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Victim No More

          Debbie stopped herself from ringing the doorbell to Cindy’s house again since obviously her sister was not home. She started to turn away, forcing down a shiver from the cold night air, but she had been in such a hurry when she had fled from Billy, that she had not even closed the apartment door behind her, much less worried about bringing a coat. Coming had been a bad idea, she decided. She knew what her sister would say, and it wouldn’t help. But as she turned to go, a ray of light flashed out briefly from a peep-hole and then she heard a chain-lock being loosened in a hurry and the door was yanked open. Continue reading →

Victim No More – Pt. II

  

          A while later in the bleak interview room, Cindy looked back and forth from Debbie to Tanya.

          Cindy looked scared, Debbie realized. She was shocked. Their whole lives, she had never seen her sister like that. For some reason it gave her strength and she grabbed Cindy and hugged her, feeling thrilled to be the one to provide comfort for a change. Tanya coughed politely and they separated, sitting down next to each other across from the imposing figure of the lawyer. Continue reading →

crows

Flock of Birds Flying in the Sky

Flock of Birds Flying in the Sky

opera chorus all in black
black masks, long plumes
draping shoulders
soprano singing dido’s lament Continue reading →

The Fall of the Finches

Goldfinch and Cherry Tree, c.1834

Goldfinch and Cherry Tree, c.1834

The first one flew in through the chimney,
spent the night in the house, hurling himself
at the kitchen windows in the early fractured light. Continue reading →

Mourning Doves

Two Mourning Doves Fluff up Their Feathers to Stay Warm

Two Mourning Doves Fluff up Their Feathers to Stay Warm

Have such soulful
Eyes, their gray suits
Of feathers blurs and sinks Continue reading →

Singular

White Bird

White Bird

Overhead, a flock of Canada geese
cut through chill morning fog
a surprise to start
the day &emdash; but look!
Isn’t that a white goose Continue reading →

The Language of Doves

Love Song I

Love Song I

Wind whispers
starlings flutter
buds unfurl Continue reading →

DISCOVER THE SECRET LANGUAGE OF BABY CRIES

Birds in Black on Wire

Birds in Black on Wire

That’s what the online ad said; I didn’t click on it
because I’m childless, but I suppose knowing
what a baby is really saying could save a lot of time. I’d Continue reading →

MURMURATIONS

A Flock of Kittiwakes, Rissa Sp., Take of from a Cliffside Rookery

A Flock of Kittiwakes, Rissa Sp., Take of from a Cliffside Rookery

rising
like a black tide borne
on northern currents Continue reading →

The Empress

"The Empress" by Susanna Viale

"The Empress" by Susanna Viale

Without her I would be
a particle of dust
settling on a concrete slab. Continue reading →