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gray sufficient

Rain arrives as ordered on the first dayof mourning, gray sufficientfor thirty thousand, silent, and counting. Counting. They say birds vanished,left the sky without songbefore the earth brokeon the crest of a slow waverolling plains to mountains. The wholeworld shuddered … Continue reading

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in a dybbuk’s raincoat

In the short “selected prose” section of In a Dybbuk’s Raincoat, Bert Meyers writes, “Poetry gives pleasure, but the pleasure it gives isn’t merely aesthetic. The method is aesthetic, but the real pleasure lies in the truth which the poetry … Continue reading

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politics is local

This morning, the rhythm sectionin three local trees lays down an invitationto sing the simple beauty of a world still here in spite of everything. Flickercan’t stop himself laughing with crowsin the silence between drum rolls. Sparrows are cool to … Continue reading

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shadow raptors

Shadow raptors sweep the road to Adapalpating surfaces for signsof carrion. The big birds circlingoverhead live like orchidson light and air.

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editor’s query

How do you know what the birds know? I am not certainwhether this is a methodological question or a questionof fact, one of those challenges masquerading as a question,meaning really you can’t possibly. It would not be so hard if … Continue reading

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bat

one can see in them both birds and mice…     Vilfredo Pareto, Les Systèmes Socialistes a wordon edgenot birdor mouse poisoned chooses to diein the presenceof childrenan object lesson There are powersand principalities that knowhow to bait your terrestrial side and when … Continue reading

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a visiting professor

Trying to practice what I preach in the little things that matter, I resist a temptation inherited from childhood to destroy the nest a paper wasp has made between a window never opened and a porous screen.         When I first … Continue reading

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