Monthly Archives: August 2017

A rust-

A rust- colored four by four, at the end of the weathered planks of the fence or maybe wall I can see through the window, is bedecked by dusty spider- webs at intervals along its height; they vibrate, sag, and … Continue reading

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the owl

Nylon mesh fence, neon orange. Daylight. An owl, yellow eyes wide, hopeless- ly tangled, dangling, twisted.  Built for trees, silent flight, lightning strike. For this she can do nothing. This is what she does. Two big, yellow, staring eyes. Until … Continue reading

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