But For The Pheasant
But for the pheasant’s coppered wing the fieldsin sculpted snows ne’er bring the promised yieldsnor pleasures found ‘til light does crest the riseat dawn and ambers claw upon the eyes.…
Category: Birds
The Felling
When the lastsoftpoplarfell,and the bluejays – the bluejays –rolled out; When the mangled nestspilled outthese mouths,these bentfeatheredtufts; When the chainsaw stilledits shriek and whir; When thick air closedabout us; When…
Of Dead Birds and Tongues
If I knew anything, like a dog’s tail wags, like an iced wire sags, I would know a hard mouth stings. But there in the blaze of it, in that…
A Crow on the Road
I ain’t seen no crow do no killin’, never in a day. Shit, they ain’t even a squabble. I seen a lot a’ crows on a lot a’ roads, courteous…
The Hawk and Paper Airplanes
I’d sooner fold airplanes than hummingbirds, crisp-crease the fuselage, blunt the nose for mass and pulling, right tension the wing for a bit curl and lift, turn up the rudder…
Sweet and Bitter Greens 