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Poetry

The birds are still asleep

A free verse poem about the early morning songs of backyard birds.

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Nature

I saved a chickadee’s life

I helped save a chickadee’s life on Saturday. Here’s a photo of the little fella in the palm of my hand. How I came to know this little chickadee On Saturday, following a family expedition on the Rivanna Trail, my…

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Poetry

What the world sounds like when you wake at 5 a.m.

Sleep when the birds sleep Close your eyes when the birds do Wake when the birds wake. Below is an audio recording of the birds in my backyard at 5 AM. Every morning when I wake, I open the kitchen window…

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Poetry

Stowaway On a Cloud

A short poem about grieving the loss of my dad in my life and the crow that helps me alleviate this pain

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Poetry

The Catbird

The kitten mews a hungry cry Just outside my window bay Then flutters away into the sky.

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Poetry

Tin Whistle

There is a small bird whom I cannot see, hidden amongst the limbs blowing a tin whistle.

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Poetry

Robins in Winter

The robins run afoot then stop on a dime, sifting.

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Poetry

The proper recourse now

A prose poem.

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Poetry

The coordination of crows

A free verse poem.

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Poetry

Dinner in spring

A haiku for springtime.

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Memoir Nonfiction

Babies Have Soft Spots on Their Skulls

My sister recently gave birth. It was her second—this time a girl; small, beautiful, long fingered. Upon visiting her in the hospital, I was reminded of how delicate a newborn is. Also, in this post, I digress slightly on the topic of grocery shopping at Harris Teeter with my son Henry