Laurie D. Graham

Pigeon waltzes the trail on one foot and one little nub. Mallards and their escaped domestic kin and the bright, rasping horns of Canada geese in false spring, in glacier- turquoise water. Hundreds and hundreds of sharps sinking into the banks. Nests of clothes. Tents. Tarps. Broken trees helped down the slope with chainsaws. Water […]