Ravens in Redway Disappearing?

black in blue unbruised Raven soars above/below a foamy sea below/above golden grass and me _________ In a quintessentially SoHum tilt at windmills by attacking the farmer planting nearby (sometimes, we take Don Quixote’s methods of changing the world to a whole new level here,) a local woman is convinced the raven population is disappearing–being poisoned she claims by a

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Trash Talk

  A swirl of ravens hung in the sky like a smudge of oily, noisy smoke. They dodged the greasy smog of burning tires to land amidst the hellish landscape of scattered fires and battered refrigerators. There, they would fight each other for scraps of rotting meat and bits of bright glass. Above, between the scattered debris of lost and

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