Tag Archives: Gretchen Rockwell

i. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it anymore. My friends say I’ve grown too saturnine, but—the world’s on fire. We should be fired, or ousted: we have been the worst kind of landlord to this home. In the time … Continue reading →

Despite outperforming all the undergraduates with my sense of vision, I am unaware of my great accomplishments. I strut jerkily through life, focused on snatching what I can from the air, on surviving. My largest concern is how to sustain … Continue reading →

I thought I was done writing about birds but I forgot the terror birds. Forget the T. rex, terror birds were worse: flourishing in the vacuum of the disappeared dinosaurs, their dominion spanned South America before they migrated north to … Continue reading →

There are too many poems about birds, a poetry article advised. Write about something fresh. Fair enough. Poetry that doesn’t use birds as a metaphor for escape or freedom is scarce as hen’s teeth. The thing about birds is they … Continue reading →