September 14 - 17, 2023 I want to know What the crow is on about. A gaping hole; my senses dull. Welcome to the Here and Now Denver Digerati Emergent Media Festival denverdigerati.org/festival CATCH THE NEXT ISSUE! But! How the flowers piled nicely. Hushed whispers: sure seems pricey. The air be still her voice; it’s shrill. The ground I kick is icy on this cold, September morning. In silence, tending tears. As requested, counting years the sands of Time forsaken. The suddenness, the weight; I knew, but knew too late. The owl has called her name; our lives forever changed on this cold, September mourning. Cawing, gently mawing at his garbage can delight; the crow and me stare longingly ‘til then I come to find that the onslaught of this nightmare dances solely for mine eyes. 6& 12 birdymagazine.com/shop No. 117 On the precipice of losing; lost my focus, lost my sight. Just a momentary blindness, bless this crow that’s set me right for in his calling, now I sense her arms around me tight. month subscriptions RAY YOUNG CHU, TACO TUESDAY - BEST OF BIRDY ISSUE 037 Gone Walking on a Cold, September Mourning By Maggie D. Fedorov
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