Showing posts with label Thirteen Myna Birds 2025. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thirteen Myna Birds 2025. Show all posts

9/26/25

A NEW Fall 2025 Flock of Thirteen Myna Birds is HERE!

Happy Autumn from Thirteen Myna Birds!

Summer has segued into fall and a new flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has arrived! Currently offering 17 new poems by John Andrew Fredrick, Scott Ferry, Merritt Waldon, Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal, John Grey, Denise Gilchrist, Bradford Middleton, Charlie Brice, and Wayne F Burke!

More poems shall be added throughout October too, if all goes according to plan.

"make a lantern for us to hold up, a trophy - or a branch with a raven perched on it - The gibbous moon dances - a gawking fish twisting - in those videos where time is speeded up - the plaintive trill of a cricket has coaxed a star out of the ink - smoking, Drinking and writing again - in the air, in the hot violet night air - The carpet came alive - Mind on skull raft - White dawn lily left for cemetery stone - Memory floats through time lost - the sad moon lies comatose - The house is unsettled - through my dead wires and rotting tongue - what animated the flesh has fled - Its sadness witnessed through the ages - sing my pain to sleep by whistling imaginary air - a martyr of the sky brightening the dark night - surrounding you like an immediate fractal séance"

Read more HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/


3/27/25

A NEW Thirteen Myna Birds Flock has finally arrived!

 Hello from Thirteen Myna Birds!

"Voice turned screechy, my soft hands, now hard claws - in the stations of silence, the static in between channels - The rain drizzles on - to be content to exist for however long - longer than the moth who burns itself out in light - she wears an officer’s silver jumpsuit, laser gun in her belt - and I explode inside - My face has changed to skull-bone, covered in a hard shell - the moment I put the pen to it the page bursts into flames - Lost in a burned prairieland - sidewalk rubbish floating up at ya like attack-ghosts - a wall that needs to be fed Blood - A tiny white flower blooms Against all the dark noises..."

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It has been quite a while since a new Thirteen Myna Birds flock has arrived, but better late than never, I hope.

Within this new Thirteen Myna Birds flock, you can Spring into poetry and visual art by MISH - read some poetry by John Andrew Fredrick and listen to some music from his band, the black watch - and read some poetry by Holly Day, Wayne F Burke, Alexandra Dark, Yuan Changming, and James Moran.

Look, listen, and read it all HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/

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(I'm also semi-tentatively thinking that instead of waiting months for the next new Myna Birds update, I might continually add a few new poems to this flock within the Poetry Month of April. This new flock of 21 creative contributions will stay up AT LEAST throughout the whole month of April, but additional poems might join the flock throughout that month.)

Wednesday by MISH