Tag: birds
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Birds and Milkweed
Birds and Milkweeds emerged from a moment of listening—pressing my ear to my wife’s chest and imagining wings. The poem enacts the illusion of flight that love offers, and the beauty that remains after we fall. Butterflies and milkweed form a memento mori—not of grief, but of transformation. I wanted to write a poem that…
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The Birds Remember Everything
A lyrical meditation on city birds, memory, and instinct. This poem honors the quiet rituals of return, grief, and the histories we refuse to name.
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After the Birds: Home
Birds know the way home,the door that has their name or how to sing it into existence, if lost.Through it they find each othereven in a burning world—they find their being. And in that last lost skythey sing it into their feet,combine it with the dirt’s prophecy.Look up in the sky, at the birds and…
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What Remains?
What remains left of holidays if the days of the week dissolve and stop fading into seasonscars refuse to travel on tarmac& shopping centers become empty& our unharvested crops return to jungleWill we live backwards livesrevel in a smaller world to inhabitwith more birds and seen starsfind bliss in ordinary existence
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Down Flight
The lightness of paper soft enough to crumble to a chirping palm ball released into the air, an imagined perfect pitch, too gossamer to float to its ultimate arch, unfolding in the web of alluring sunshine aspiring to be in its unfolding angles a thread of silk caught into the patterns of a…