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 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
Vishal Rai
We all are dying from some our own type of addiction
and mine is you.
They are called cowbirds.

I did not know this until
just a few weeks ago.

The neighbor-lady told me.

I told her that they made me think
of those fish that you see during
documentaries about the ocean;
the fish that cluster and move
and
bend the shape of the whole school
so that it catches the light that is just
visible below the surface
and
is just
bright enough to scare the sharks or
dolphins enough into thinking that
the entire school is one big fish that
might do well at fighting back against
dolphins or sharks,
so they end up leaving that particular school
of fish alone and look for easier prey.

“Yeah. They’re called cowbirds”,
she said again.

So, I asked her if she came out to look at the pinks
and purples  and oranges of this sunrise and I asked her if
she thought that the ***** snowdrifts looked like coral reefs
now that they’ve melted in the sun that we’ve had in the afternoons.

I told her again that the coral reef snowdrifts and the way that they’ve melted
are the reason that the cowbirds made me think of those fish from the ocean documentaries and I’m sorry I can’t remember what those fish are called,
but
aren’t the colors of the sunrise beautiful?

“So, yeah, they’re called cowbirds”, she said one last time as she turned to go back inside.

“Now I know what a cowbird is”, I thought.

And, in spite of the black and grey dirt on them,
I still thought that the snowdrifts looked like coral reefs as they melted,
and
I still thought that the lavender sky,
with its pink and orange laser beams
was beautiful while the cowbirds swarmed
and
their inkblot flocks
coiled
and
spooled through an ocean of blue ,
my brain wandered around the ocean
and wondered if those same types of silver-scaled fish
made like the cowbirds while avoiding
the dolphins and the sharks
as though they were seafaring
raptors.


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-JBClaywell
© P&Z Publications 2019
 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
thesa
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 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
thesa
...
the morning after we broke up
my coffee became cold
untouched
as my body went numb
unloved
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 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
Jon York
It   was   you,
      it   was   me,
  it was the silence
underneath the stars
   that understood
     my heartbeat
     and its racing.
You told me nothing,
I believed everything,
   in that moment
      I found life
    in that moment
     I found you.
        I promise.
      if you keep
      searching
   for everything
       beautiful
      in the world,

        you will
       eventually
       become it.
      

                                                     ­                               Jon York   2019
 Mar 2019 Mark Tilford
CharlesC
Emptiness
is what we are
before daybreak..
before we know
the fracturing
of daylight..

Emptiness
does not depart
with our rising and
work among fractures
as our day unfolds..

Yet our attention
seems to remove
our busy-ness
from that which
is not busy..

A quiet moment
reveals all fragments
have been dancing  
all day long with
what we are
before daybreak...
i cant be any more than i am
without making less of me
im unsure
but i wish to understand
what stands between
fate and destiny
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