After Working Sixty Hours Again for What Reason (Bob Hicok Poems)
The best job I had was moving a stonefrom one side of the road to the other.This required a permit ...
The best job I had was moving a stonefrom one side of the road to the other.This required a permit ...
Okay, so I don't know it was a male hawk; but "in its talons" didn't sound as good; but I ...
The hawk swooped down falling talons first, down from the sky, out of the blue across my field of vision, ...
It was the white breast of the raptor, stoic in the aged tree sitting motionless, drinking in the light of ...
Driving home, October noontime a hawk to my left, above the tree line, catching the thermals off the highway It ...
Her predatory eye, the single feral iris, scans. Her raptor beak, all jagged sharp-edged thrust, juts. Her hard talon, clenched ...
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