Charlie, what do you think? You outlasted frostbite and followed every beast. Can you sing? Can you love? Because if you can’t by now it don’t look good for us. I had thought my mulberries would go to waste this fall, but a family of foxes moved in. The mom watches me and only walksContinue reading “family of foxes”
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cavity nesters
Maybe there’s a God above But, all I’ve ever learned from loveWas how to shoot somebody who outdrew you This nesting season, the Western Bluebird nesting boxes were taken over byEuropean Starlings. It wasn’t my intention to harbor this aggressively invasivespecies, but once it happened, what was I to do? Steal the eggs? Kill thefledglings?Continue reading “cavity nesters”
playing at love
In a matter of seconds, I became your wife and gave us a life together. When I called the hotel housekeeping to see if they had recovered your shirt I accidentally left in the closet, to be your wife seemed much easier than the actual truth. The Housekeeping manager didn’t need to know we areContinue reading “playing at love”
Wasted Fruit
a good fantasy
My lover equates me with the city so I wanted him to see my mountain town for himself. He drove me to the convenient store and the post office to get my mail. The post office doesn’t come here so we’re entitled to a free mail box at the post office off Highway 299. WhenContinue reading “a good fantasy”
fire of another kind
I pull over and my hands are shaking. I didn’t realize it had rattled me that much to accidentally be driving behind the rodeo cowboy for a few miles. I text my therapist. She understands the seriousness of it and says, “are you okay? You want to talk?” I tell her I’m okay, and willContinue reading “fire of another kind”
Take me as I am
He first came here for the river and the salmon. He keeps coming back for me. He says he’s never met anyone who likes birds so much. He also says he likes me drunk because my walls come down and I sweet talk. He likes to take care of me and I let him. AndContinue reading “Take me as I am”
Heartbreak and Birds
Everyone has a bird story as memorable as their first heartbreak, and as such, they want to tell it to who might know about birds or heartbreaks. I happen to know about both. Truth is, no one wants to know about your heartbreak or your birds, that’s why I write this blog. For me. MyContinue reading “Heartbreak and Birds”
You can’t have Elvis
I will never understand men and their seasons. Unlike a bird, who diligently sticks to the clock of nature, men’s clock is dictated by pure selfishness. I wish I could say it was dictated purely by the need to want to fuck, damn, wouldn’t that be grand, then we’d all be on the same page,Continue reading “You can’t have Elvis”
What stage of grief is Birdsong?
My therapist says I’m going through all the stages of grieving. Honestly, I don’t know what the stages are, I just deal with things as they come. When I start to cry without warning, I go hide, when I suddenly get angry, I do the same. When I feel haunted, too. Before spring, I feltContinue reading “What stage of grief is Birdsong?”
