Tag Archives: this bird’s life

Into the Mystic

I became a bird, just for a little while. It wasn’t sorcery, it was need, a whirling imperative from or into the unknown, or perhaps the broken skin of a bared dream. I became a bird and flew up to … Continue reading

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Purls

I became a bird, just to see about the clouds— Rain, purling wet want.

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