The Birds

1. I saw… I saw an ant pitta near Papallacta. I saw a mot mot near Mindo I heard an owl in Seattle What we love barely exists I was…

And Birds It’s not that hard to write a poem, what’s hard is to write a really good poem. You have to translate the undulates. To render, glean. To peck…

Trigger Warning: This piece contains physical abuse.     The Dove found the first patch of land, conveniently located next to a gas station, hours into her flight, miles away…

by Iulia Militaru / Translated from the Romanian by Claudia Serea   1. Introduction Birds are made of innocent but half-witted men who showed interest in heavenly matters, but who…

Noted / again on / this morning’s walk In flight, pelicans are graceful but they land awk- wardly, as if afraid water will not support them.     Woken once…

Twas our forte to pass for this, Proper sack of sense to borrow, Wings and legs, and bills that clatter, And the horizon of To-morrow. – The Flight of the…

    Isn’t everyone living       in at least two moments two minds at once What you name as      memory prickles like a rash to be itched Scratch it but       there’s…

I’m amazed, really, this bench don’t have a dip where my arse has pressed against it twice a day, seven days a week, for so many years now. Back when…

Crossing the River If you die in Florida, it is the wood stork carries you, wrapped in his tattered wings, across the slow and muddy river and places you, fragile…

House Sparrow The issuer of names is preoccupied with the next task. Someone has to talk and someone has to be talked to. Stories, unlike names, are not inert. Everyone…

A PIGEON IS A ROCK DOVE Before poetry My Grandmother taught me to pray Hallowed be thy name— & lost her mind. I watched Her solemn back curled form; I,…

Tomorrow I will ask my mom where the dead bird went who has lain on the upper deck for maybe three days but probably more, because when I found the…

When I was a child, my father would raise his long arm above my head, his fingertips meeting at a point like the top of a pyramid. He’d widen his…

Featured Image Credit: Tammy Knight When I was child, my mother used to let me sit in her lap and watch the birds fly in our backyard. I scrambled up…