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The winter birds glide about the invisible flying trapeze.
Impressive to the eyes of a young girl who will never fly.
Delicate claws clung,
Curled steady on tipsy, swaying twigs.
Slight, pointy charcoal beaks darted,
Splitting golden kernels.
The dead fallen birch, cut precisely, puzzled together with nails
Swings in the old evergreen offering seed.
Determined wings fan intricate patterns, setting off
Momentary madness, swooping,
Carefree bills fetch crispy millet.
One satisfying bit per small b… Continue

“I am never going to do it again.”
“That’s it.”
“I’m too old.”
“All the cooking for days and cleaning up, nobody helps.”
“I mean your sister-in-law; do you think she would offer to do one thing?”
“Hmmmm, I softly let out,” a sly grin forms, the phone tucked in the crook of my neck, three hundred miles across the state, another Thanksgiving past.

Guided upstairs tempted an unfamiliar noise,
Tully inched and climbed to attic strewn toys.
A world painted with treasures sprinkled brilliant, gold gowns,
She spied kindly afar the old bygone town.
Unlike her harsh dwelling, of judgment and spite,
her heart melted like sealing wax
Amongst wind-ups and kites.
In her instant of joy
tomorrows were gone,
Tully’s tiny frame explored the dim room,
Slivers of light shone strangely bright,
Washed away her fret and gloom.
The whistling kettle,
it startl… Continue

Once upon the saddest morning,
A mother’s child
Died at his birth.
The doctors and specialists
Baffled, unsure.
No reason why
No answer to give.
Her first birth,
A welcomed son.
He wailed merely long enough
For her to cradle his body
With ease and pure joy,
The way a mother holds her baby from womb to arms
Till his tender fresh body went limp.

And he left her
To weep forever more.