Introducing the final Thirteen Myna Birds flock of 2019!
Happy Holidays, whatever that means to you! Hopefully it involves oodles of poetry! 🖤
This flock is like a strange and scary and oddly misshapen stocking stuffed with mutant wings of poetry by Holly Day, Howie Good, Kristin Garth, Davide Nixon, Thomas E. Simmons, and Gary Beck!
Then at the bottom of the flock are three creepy doll poems by Daniel Snethen, from his PEDIOPHOBIA poetry chapbook, coming very soon from Blood Pudding Press!
"The morning sun is the beginning of my offensive day - The town, the river, the woods just kept on screaming - The whole downtown was sinking an inch a year even as downtown properties continued to rise in value - just like the perfect baby that somehow came out of me - I need more holes always surrounding me - spitting expired spirits, and old smoke in young lungs - open throated barely legal ghosts - software insertion - little bouquets of truth are buried - watching nothing, dreaming of nothing - When robots develop a sense of the macabre They’ll have approached human equivalency - Thunderstorms are people - broken contortions - with breathing machines hooked up - Something rising unbidden out of the dark - You’re moving away rather than moving toward something. I can't be sure if you’ll ever come back."
Partake HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
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