A Thousand Blue-Black Crows

199/ caught in the silence, wishing the bed sheets would erupt into a thousand blue-black crows proclaiming loudly their ancestral names—


  1. and I love this too Glen. Unexpected juxtaposition of domestic and the astonishing (or surreal) vision of crows (I can almost touch their inkiness!) then 'ancestral names'. For me - this resonates so much. I've lost count of the number of times I've been trapped by the domestic demands and just wishing with a passion for something to happen!

  2. —which is what my frustration stems from— trapped in day-to-day mundane rut, swallowing up my free time. And then the latest illness did not help either.


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