9/16/16

The New September flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has arrived!

"The flowers may never be well again - Cold fronts enter spring - Glances become knives - your name branded on my mind among fields of cotton candy suicides - Mountains of snow in my head - bloated in the sweltering sun - enshrined among - the vacuum of space or the vacuum within - used for drawing blood"

The NEW end of spring/beginning of fall Thirteen Myna Birds flock has arrived! Offering new poetry by Tonya Eberhard, James Croal Jackson, Jameson Bayles, Daniel G. Snethen, and Devon Balwit (and two older poems still remaining by Louise Robertson).