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Bird Day

She looks at the odd light and asks, Dad, am I dreaming? And then she teaches Me more about birds. This morning I saw a killdeer In the parking lot at work. It tried to draw me away from its eggs By pretending to be injured. I looked at the […]

Poetry

A Not Quite Storm

The gym class voice from the airport (or is it the bus depot?) interrupts the regularly scheduled thunder to deliver its nightly warning like one of those psychedelic bull horn shouts from a Beatles album where you can’t make out a word of what Paul is saying but you know […]

Poetry

Armistice

I am alone on the porch except for you, little girl we are the only two around who enjoy this soggy heat. You land on my ankle, and begin your preparation the ritual passed down from your ancestors. I begin my own rite, the snap of my lighter a flame […]