Shey Marque

Triptych with Oranges

i The valley cambered as much as hollowed between hills that let us come here as strangers dropping flesh around planted fields, a containment where the orchard coughed up oranges, forsaken fruit nobody picked. One by one they fell, each …

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Unpicking a Bird

To follow the wing of a herring gull is a meditation on balance an invisible string links lead weight to scale feather to foot to my eye the gull hops on one leg leans to the right extends a wing …

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Neruda’s Sixteen Finches

It’s difficult to see the glass ceiling because it’s made of glass. Virtually invisible. What we need is for more birds to fly above it and shit all over it, so we can see it properly. ― Caitlin Moran Insanity. …

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