Showing posts with label Thirteen Myna Birds 2021. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thirteen Myna Birds 2021. Show all posts

12/11/21

NEW! The December Flock of Thirteen Myna Birds is HERE!

The NEW December Flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has arrived! Featuring visual art by MISH and poetry by Elyse Hart - Kaci Skiles Laws - Jeremy Szuder - DS Maolalai - Jessica Purdy - Paul Ilechko - Andrew K. Peterson - Vin Whitman.

The simmering mosquito larvae - controlled by the powers of his sorrow - all stretched and making ruts - made a house a home, a home a prison - sometimes I get clocks & mailboxes mixed up - how not to get stuck - and spoiled with cigarette ends - and acid and roasted pig - a dry field, broken open - leaving behind a bitter scrawling of goodbye - I have a hole inside me where love ought to be - cold as broken glass pieces - choose to be unpicked - all the uncomfortable people - the condition that makes them laugh at inappropriate times - the people who couldn't escape - Every root tries to grab hold - blackness feathering the strings - They drown the white horse - flaunting belly until the regurgitation of death - the horse’s nostrils fill with mud
"Hibiscus Abstract" by MISH



10/14/21

Happy Spooky October from Thirteen Myna Birds! A New flock is here to haunt you!

Happy October from Thirteen Myna Birds! A new flock is here to haunt the walls of your brains, offering poetry and art by Jason O'Toole, Daniel Snethen, MISH Murphy, John Maurer, David P. Miller, John Grey, and Malachi Ray Adkins!

"As soon as I sleep, I forget to be positive - vociferous soul-catcher screeching - From hating the lack of love - To loving every bit of hate - still in my hometown driving past cemeteries - strip carcasses bare recycling death unto life - are you sure your mouse finger twitched on the link we told you to twitch? - Might be you don’t have prior experience being human - happiness is a hollow goal - The orange ball wasn’t. Then all at once was and there it is - I’m not allowed to betray what that means - Pumpkin squats on porch and continues to die - Do books go to heaven? Or even hell? - If a book can ascend can it also be murdered? - Who would have thought that little black book would turn out to be great black night..."