I hear him howlingall through the nightwhy does he howl?is he hungry?does he find himselfalonefinally too tired to searchfor food?are these nights too frozeneven for him?January has two facesthe dark-haired boywith piercing eyesI am my rebel sonthe bearded manwith silver strandswhose eyes still shinesometimesI am my venerable fathertwo heads crowneach one of usthe young give... Continue Reading →
I found myself watching two grackles in the back parking lot pecking at a vomit stainthey would take turns stopping and staring back at me with mistrustone grackle looked desperatethe other looked bored the desperate one scraped his beak impatiently against the asphalt the bored one pecked softly at one spot after another, as if to say:... Continue Reading →
the egrets have returnedafter the pyrotechnicsthe screeching and suddenpopsafter the noise cannonsthe lasers and the loppingoff of thick branchesafter men in hazard suitsstumble about cursingcomplaining of the smellwar against white birdswith crowns resting atopcurved necksevery day they flyto the landfillto snack on insectsbuzzing above garbageand interfere with aircraftaccording to the Air Forceaccording to the cityand... Continue Reading →
