Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts

8/26/26

NEW! A New Thirteen Myna Birds Flock has Arrived, in time for the end of summer/beginning of fall....

Approaching the end of summer and launching into the fall, a new issue of Thirteen Myna Birds has finally arrived!

This issue is brimming with birds. Rising, falling, burning, flying, screaming, offering warnings...

Twenty new feathers and beaks are all HERE (from Debrah Shenefelt - MISH - Merritt Waldon - Ken Poyner - László Aranyi - James Croal Jackson - Ann Randlette - Paul David Adkins - Daniel G. Snethen - A.J. Huffman) - https://13myna.blogspot.com/

Flaming fingers scratch the sky - The chickadees have stopped singing - the crows are hopping from branch to branch dropping closer waiting - to find a half-cherry in my cup of fruit cocktail - Ascending angel clings to shadows - unaware she is already melted and falling - Hollow sky - I could not count all the trees - It is more than a number of trees - a thousand bucks to screw her head onto a bolt - with needle-and-thread grass, hog-nosed snakes and sandburs - Birds pecked out the eyes - The mission of the Earth is fulfilled: the one who lands ashore is taken aim at - The altar, a split shell by a dying brushfire - The cats are out of the bag, and their fangs are mammoth - painted images in the reddened sky - staring at my near colorless fruit - How a window could frost and seal itself behind - what if some students can’t afford the book? - Songbirds screech to clouds in mourning - the doctor freezing pieces of me off - The whole place reeked of bleach - I vomit hearts drained of purpose...


Vortex by MISH

1/10/14

NEW Thirteen Myna Birds brimming with dying deer, dark birds, and other twisted creatures

Newly updated Thirteen Myna Birds flock, offering even more hideously awesome innards than usual - this time it includes a flock of SEVENTEEN! 

"To give oneself up one must have a self - from the belly feathers - vocal chords, bleating - eating all in its path - patches of mud or pale disintegration - mangled bird in his hands - dread is a skull - pumping your chest - the blood boiling fever - Skin sloughs off - It smothers the airy colors - but I know how to rise - Gleaming spider webs of poison filled spit"

Seven poems by Jennifer MacBain-Stephens (from her chapbook "EveryHerDies", forthcoming from Emerge Literary Journal Publications) and poems by Kathleen Kirk, Jason Fisk, Annette Marie Hyder, Bekah Steimel, and John Grey.

Here - http://13myna.blogspot.com/