Thursday, June 20, 2019 Rain frames the blackened pinions of a putrescent bird. Fly blown, atrophied, and unaffected. Whirring crepuscule enacting the orison. Sans wings, it could pass for pemmican that has been left outside unattended for the past forty-eight hours Tuesday, June 25, 2019 Wayward branches sway as a chorus, wind song. A strident crow ventures from one of the trees. Abandoning one vista for another. The latent fire inside of her, devastating. Projectile wing tearing a cringeworthy line in the sky. Talons protruding like tridents plucked from former autocrats. Life and death are one in the same. Rebirth.…