I notice the dead bird on my way back from the grocery store. When I see his body splayed on the pavement, one wing bent snaking away from him, I…
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Lightning flashes outside my window as an imaginary BluJay knocks on my door. He asks me if I’ve seen death lately. I ask him how he found my address. He…
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* * * A Valentine in two days two chickens laid two eggs, forty Flying Fortresses seventy miles from Dresden, as upon one foggy winter night in 1972 a stewardess…
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I wonder if there is an afterlife. Nancy believed in it, but she doesn’t seem to be cooperating. My friend Carrie tells me her dead partner Judy moved a chair…
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The morning after the neighbors cut down the tree, my yard was quiet. The crows that for the last 15 years had woken me every morning like an alarm clock…
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* * * They arrive a few minutes earlier than anticipated, deviating from the embossed schedule that sits crumpled within my hand. The sound of them slicing across the horizon…
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I don’t care about duck hunting but I like magazine subscriptions. I like organizing them on the bookshelf. Puddles, the kids magazine delivered once a month to my dad’s work…
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* * * first morning bleak sky iceblue streaked gray with the promise of snow standing on the deck above the driveway i could see six or seven adjoining yards…
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They were reading again. They were reading, and they were waiting. Waiting by the lake. “Lacuna” they read aloud, “Latin for a missing book, or a cavity in bone.” They…
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* * * I hear their anguish before I see them. Picking tomatoes, I turn to look over my shoulder. Three raptors, two clearly Ospreys, their long legs outstretched and…
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* * * There is a little bird, I don’t remember the name of him, but he skims right over the surface of the ocean. It must be frightening out…
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* * * Choosing the Raven * * * To Report the Moon * * * To Become Light * * * Three-time nominee for Pushcart and…
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* * * The Fatal Flight The pigeon mistook the glass for the sky rocketing energy hit the window— ______________the shock was mute. The bird flopped on the terrazzo floor…
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* * * BIRDS Megan Heise Ever make mistakes in life? Let’s make them birds. Yeah, they’re birds now – Bob Ross Put a bird on it! – Portlandia …
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