I'm excited once again to be one of the Thirteen Myna Birds (number one, in fact). My poem, "Down Now," may be either depressing or realistic, depending on how depressed and realistic you are these days. I'd give the entire flock a read, if I were you. Don't procrastinate though, like my friend Christo's installations, these poems are temporary, soon they'll fly the coop. That makes them somehow more special. Here today, gone tomorrow, like everything, ourselves included.
Many thanks again to Juliet Cook, who is a brilliant poet in her own right. Look for her at Blood Pudding Press. And bless the bloody donuts.
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