A man named Rob was at the park today. As we spoke, I noticed he did not dress to impress. He had a face that was getting on in years…
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Evidence Examination – Eagle Bag after bag, the evidence is collected Released from the place of custody Carried to the place of examination Recorded, the numbers and the tags Now,…
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Sonata In hills far from our town’s chatter— autumn birds remember what they had forgotten of their lives. Reflection Looking at me— a sparrow drinks of…
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True Story w/ Baltimore Oriole Outside of their mating season, Baltimore Orioles are mostly solitary creatures. Even in Chicago, they’re called Baltimore Orioles, even when they fly south to the…
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When you buy a house, no one ever tells you all its secrets. Foundation issues, maybe. A ghastly double murder? That might come up. But the fact that the attic…
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My father has a friend that’s an environmental police officer. Whenever a wild animal is sick or injured, my father will call him up, and he’ll come visit for a…
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an excerpt from GONE FISHIN Long before the sun comes up, Larry and Andy meet at a roadside diner out by the interstate for breakfast. Andy pulls into…
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The Parakeet Has Nightmares and slams herself against the bars of her covered cage-shrieking and flinging her wings till the box rocks. A cartoony blur, it sounds like there’s another…
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Along a trail in Huntley Meadows I spot them: two Eastern bluebirds—Sialia sialis, in the more elegant Latin—perched within a shrub, leisurely picking at the few barberries that still remain.…
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A white ibis crossed Grand Concourse when the car hit Lazarus Didaci. He glimpsed an orange bill which curved from a smudge of white feathers. Then the car, a gray…
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It wasn’t until our first pillow fight I realized that “down” meant “duck.” But it was too late. The sack of feathers was already sailing toward my head, the force…
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Owiwi! Owiwi! I’m called By this Nickname which Is an owl; Yoruba People are not kind With nicknames. They can Call an old woman Graveyard, not because She is old…
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I want to love the crane. She surprises me bright against the blue of my morning walk— more omen than beacon— tiptoeing stilts around the open throats of empty bottles,…
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Bird Socks The brand new whites are Great Egrets The last new whites are becoming Seagulls The stretched out knee-highs I want to believe are still Swans The dark dresses…
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