Like clothespins holding socks on a backyard line, or nylon knots between beads of a hand-made necklace, pigeons perch high above the city skyline. Each blue-black marker holds a space, as if hands took pains to order them, placed them with a precision that prevents pecks and squabbles. Is it instinct that positions pigeons so? …
October 2012 archive
Other Voices/Other Lives
Drive Through Window
Running on Empty
