Photo by Kyle Beneke

Publications

Spring 2025

Flying Things

Change Coming

Single Mother

Flying Things

Originally published in The Gilded Weathervane

This morning, as I lay in bed and thought: I have no one

left here to pour into, a small bird

hit my window with such force

I startled and swooped up to see

if it was still living.  Though shocked

by an invisible pane it quickly

ricocheted back into flight.

Later, I left my empty house, walked

and watched countless cicadas swarm in the air,

dipping and swerving in their spree of furious living.

They’d recently been loosed from crisp shells

only to discover that they had wings.