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Tag Archives: Andrew Cantrell
We alit beside the star-like bird dry-eyed frowning. One of two birds made a noise in fixed order and we looked at them nearly and at the flowers and leaves that imbricated them broken and stylized with the wind’s discomfited graze. As we staggered the star-like … Continue reading
Star-like the bird discovered our troubled laughter while we woke in drawn alertness. It alighted nearby with great silence and keen appreciative solicitude. We crouched surprisedly. The star-like bird renewed its grin and scattered again this time crossing a bloom of … Continue reading
Two birds and we valued our delights scornfully composed in a waiting preciosity. The star-like bird inclined toward our scrupulous attachments read uncertain phrases with warbling distillation. We approached and formulated its strained pretense as discovery. The bird separated its talk from whistling and fastened … Continue reading
Two birds feared hurried letters. Equally we felt their blood eddy dispersive in ferment and a disquieting stabilization of lack. The star-like bird tarried there serried in letters and fixed to them in miserable dialect and companionable in array immuring two birds’ blood in observances … Continue reading
Wearily we gathered wiry and noisy with points of view strange and grass-like our blood a sprung singing and sang suspiciously. We dropped our hands seriously. After a swinging or gathering that fluttered away a bewildering scree of branch-wiring points of view advanced heavily pressing … Continue reading