The TrainThis morning the cattails sway under the weight of red-winged blackbirds with their sputtering chatter. Amongst marsh reeds the subtle croak of toads echo out and into glassless windows.And because neither had…

Fly The bird around my neck will fly away someday, soon. It disgusts me what is left at the bottom of the old bottle the wine gone stale saliva still clinging to the cork and the rim. Five minutes past midnight …