Raptor On the phone, you describe a hawk stalking a wren on the woodpile. Probably a Cooper’s, you say, not sure which bird to root for. The hawk has all…
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Tuning into honking geese, a sneeze bouncing off the back of a bronze bust. Heather McShane’s recent explorations involve pairing text…
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Crow Totem This soft, human flesh Proves insufficient covering Belies the strength of muscled mass Attached to ligaments inside of me The homo-sapien taxonomy Wasted on these weak stemmed…
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DEAR DIARY Today I found a young pigeon in the garden. It was asleep for a very long time. When it started walking around with its eyes closed, I didn’t…
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A big blue-gray bird, inscrutable Unknown species, though he seemed To know his way in the neighborhood, Fluttered to land with the big man’s grace, Nested outside William’s window The…
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When I was seven I threw a stone at a bird’s nest The mother bird fell out along with one of her eggs Which hit the dirt first Cracked red…
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Grandma, I love it when you swoop into the Crepe Myrtle. Your new body: a cardinal. Little flame, burning against the dawn, you look so peaceful preening your feathers. It…
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The hot and dry wind of August is always the worst. I remember my feet were seven years old and a revolution of ants had dug tiny holes in the…
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TK David sells antiques online and lives with her husband and dog in Upstate New York.
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If she had been a little less greedy, or maybe a little less starved – if the duck had chosen a sensible dinner of small soft shell clams instead of…
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egret bill-board swording culture cutting grit guzzling great, little, cattle, snowy, reddish can’t remove the wanton moon of forgotten regrets by crooning this is the chatter of youth this is…
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Stay away from it— they memorize faces make plans and communicate vengeance throughout their legions. Umbrella people, too, with black balloons pooling onto everything, looming as if they can avoid…
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The flight of birds, one bird of one species crossing a flock swirling, breathing together with their wings, a musical instrument of movement based on air—what does that mean to…
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I couldn’t remember if I had ever held a creature in my hands as it took its last breath. Here was this broken bird, legs twitching and tiny eyes filled…
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