Valerie Bacharach: Crows
Some days I don’t know what to do with this rage I carry.
October 23, 2024 · 20 Comments
Michael Simms: Scarecrow
The scarecrow watched over
His congregation, even as wind
And storms tore at his clothes
And the crows grew to know
His indecisive guardianship
August 12, 2023 · 18 Comments
Michael Simms: Nightjar
a nightjar flies over the ruined houses
carrying a soul, passing it
from one bird to the next,
never content with its song
January 29, 2022 · 10 Comments
Fred Everett Maus: White Light 2020
I throw some seeds onto the snow and the dark-eyed juncos are here, very busy.
January 22, 2022 · 17 Comments
