2B or Not 2B



To Love a Bird (Is to Paint Her Red)

I am azure-headed, ruby-breasted, emerald-winged. I flutter into your embrace, only God and His sun as my witnesses. You tell me that I dazzle color, even when my feathers are plucked, even when all that is visible is the white... Continue Reading →

Tiny Bird

I pad across cobblestone streets and watch as the sky releases fleets of dark grey and water-color yellow-- Big Ben punctures the clouds. I ask him where I am and he bends his head, exhales a gust of bells and... Continue Reading →

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