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
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