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Happy Halloween 2026 from Thirteen Myna Birds! New poetic trick or treat offerings await you by MISH - Kristin LaTour - Kara Dorris - Holly Day - Robert Beveridge - Debrah Shenefelt- Daniel G. Snethen - and A.J. Huffman.
"We are sister spirits in this storage unit world - standing shoulder to shoulder - You are one of them, the curious lookers, waiting for what was promised you - a woman carrying the liquid weight of a scaled monster - They say we go mad because of our menstrual cycles - our spines spiraling screws that tighten - the application of torch to sugar to create the perfect crème brûlée crust - The charmer emerges in green spangled silk, a dancer tracing the invisible line from behind the curtain to our wide-open eyes - Our wrists are bats trained in echolocation, directionality in a slap or scalpel slicing - too much blood or not enough - lock the doors, electrify the snakes, drill electrodes into our brains - now I can get away with smoking - As the limo purrs past, I wave and scream - a bunch of little bits or one big piece, a torso, perhaps, a well-cushioned head - I wake to the choking sound of electric chainsaws - Suddenly, I know what is in the package - modernist red paint splashes - coagulate within my throat - the aisles and bins of this fruit stand full of unsterilized honey from unsterilized bees, monster sweet potatoes, and toxic strawberries - Natural selection is a process, and I am predator..."
Dive in to the bloody fruit and bats HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
This art piece is "Enchanted Forest" by MISH.
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 |
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