There is no word
There is no word for time. Today we will not think to number another summer or watch its white bird into the ground. Anne Sexton
White Birds
The silence is death. It
The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock to sit on my shoulder, a white bird, and peck at the black eyes and the vibrating red muscle of my mouth. Anne Sexton
Smoke says the beef
Smoke says the beef is much better than the squawky white birds. Her expression changed from annoyed to dismayed. Squawky white birds? Chickens? You ate Mrs. Beale’s chickens?Smoke whined apologetically.Saetan leaned back in his chair. Oh, it was so satisfying to see her thrown off stride. I’m sure Mrs. Beale was delighted to feed a … Read more