Category: birds

With Feathers

I’ve stopped typing as much. Or at all. I think I’ve stopped talking as well. I say platitudes. I am anesthetized with social media and watching war tragedy on a small screen. I see women abused. Children neglected. And again I know in two days I will hear “happy Monday” like a lollypop given after…… Continue reading With Feathers

Apron Girl Swims in Poetry

From the Cambridge Dictionary – Girl – noun, a female child or young woman Can also mean Old-fashioned, usually plural A woman worker, especially when seen as one of a group – Shop/office girls From the Alice Severin dictionary – Apron Girl – noun – a woman who cringes when her fellow co-workers, having been…… Continue reading Apron Girl Swims in Poetry

Friends and Allies

Familiars I just heard a terrible squawking. I looked down at the lawn, still half-green, with the occasional dandelion. Then I looked up at the very old, very tall tree outside my window, and saw a squirrel clambering up the trunk. Suddenly, three crows appeared, swooping in. They were chasing a hawk off one of…… Continue reading Friends and Allies

Feed the Birds

I was reading something by Tom Cox, whose writing makes me feel like there is a point to things and began thinking. That is to say, started to organize and categorize all the ideas and thoughts that one wakes up with. The feelings and scenes and characters that sink away, the crash landing from dreams…… Continue reading Feed the Birds

Sunday Rain

This morning it’s raining, so it’s quiet. This means that the people fighting outside the pub late last night aren’t on the streets, and if it keeps raining they’ll stay home instead of coming out to nurse their hangovers or renew the argument. The birds are still tweeting, so it must be warm enough, and…… Continue reading Sunday Rain

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