a subtle change
winter dies, conquered by
bird song
old Orion chases
the new moon
to the vernal horizon
gray skies, blustering
blossoms swirl
spring before the storm
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Author: Robin Anderson
The End
The end is near, merge left.
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The Company
He had worked for The Company for eight months and had learned. There were three kinds of employees: the Bigwigs, the Wheels and the Cogs. The Bigwigs worked upstairs. The Wheels had private offices. The Cogs slogged it out in cubicles. He was a Cog.
The physical plant was cheap. Walls surrounded the private offices but they did not contain conversations therein. He tried to keep his ears shut, he still heard too much.
Now one of the Bigwigs wanted to know what he knew about the Wheel who supervised him. In the palace intrigue, whose side was he on?
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fog
fog rises
rain falls
february
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NOISE
She had lived there for ages. When she first arrived, the walls of her apartment were thick. In order to hear what was happening next door she had to strain her ears, even though her hearing was quite good. Over the years, the vibrations, the rise and fall of decibels, the expanding and contracting frequencies, must have eroded wood and plaster. How else to explain? She was nearly deaf but clearly perceived the voices, movements, even the thoughts of her neighbors. They might as well be in the same room as she. They might as well be in her head.
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at the coast
so quiet hear
ice melting
into glass
by Harrison Fulop
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winter
dusk with a silver
edge. clouds choke, rain smothers sun
rise on a stormy day
sun traces a low arc
through the cloudy southern sky
cold winter afternoon
bombogenisis
creates ideal conditions
for hibernation
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birds
sky full of birds
up high a hawk
crows wing at the edges
songbirds dart
every which way
a hummingbird perched,
silent, in a dogwood.
can the hawk see the hummingbird
or
are its eyes
full of light
pouring from the sky
sliding on ropes of cloud
slender as rain
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The Essential Nature of Hummingbirds
Whenever two hummingbirds strive for dominance at a feeder, whenever they fight over a patch of blossoms, whenever one strafes my head because I’m too close to its food source, I am reminded that hummingbirds, like all birds, are the evolutionary descendants of dinosaurs.
A hummingbird has a T-Rex heart.
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The River Twist
She sits beside the river, resting, watching it run. She knows it is time to get in, move on. But she wants a few more moments to breath, think about where she has been and what awaits.
The river has been wild lately. Too much rain and snow melt, too many sharp rocks, hidden snags. But maybe there is a broad beach at the mouth and a sunset. Or a sunrise? Something more than this cold, shadowy ledge.
She takes a deep breath, the wind seems to settle, the current slackens. She slides into the icy water and heads downstream.
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