Bio Note: Thank goodness it's 2021? I'm holding out on answering that and not particularly trusting anyone's prognostications. I advise myself, "How about just today and today and today? My ninth collection is Flip Requiem from Dos Madres Press (2020).
Lakeside Bird Feeder, First Day
It should’ve taken only that scouting, squawking jay to get the word out. Framed by a pane, on a perch, he was posed, a postcard, puffed against the brittle cold. His stylish scarf feathers flicked an impatient face, and his scruffy topknot signaled who knew who in the neighborhood: “Easy Supreme and SunflowerMélange swinging free off this deck!” See, he’d need some wirier guys to stir it up, to urge the tiny silo to flowing so he could swoop in, scoop out the run-off: “Anyone game enough to give it a go?” But, no. And now, not a single soul for supper.
Originally published in A Little Instability without Birds (Finishing Line Press, 2006)
©2021 D. R. James
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