BirdI don’t go to church anymoreI couldn’t tell you the last time I sat in a pew and sang a hymnAug 4, 2021Aug 4, 2021
BirdWhat do the trees think of you when you enter their presence?Do they quickly hush their choruses, worried they will scare you off; wanting you to stay a little while and get to know each other?Jun 29, 2021Jun 29, 2021
BirdMy hands are clammy.They are anxious to feel your fingers dance with theirs,May 18, 2021May 18, 2021
BirdI don’t know how to say thisIn a way that makes any sense to most people.Apr 25, 2021Apr 25, 2021
