Really in love with so much in this poem. The textured (lol) imagery in the first stanza really is a charm. And the italicized “and yet they chose to sing” feels like such a quiet homage to majesty.
Fascinating observation on prairie dogs, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say I felt emotional when reading about the crow funeral 🥺 I love crows. Such sweet homage to their friend.
It was a truly surreal experience. Eerie, tragic, beautiful, surprising...
I love the way that italics change the directionality of language. It suddenly feels like it's coming from within you rather than at you or like it's bouncing off the walls and of a place rather than from a place. Appreciate you calling out that stylistic choice.
Keep an eye out for prairie dogs, they'll show you the way.
Really in love with so much in this poem. The textured (lol) imagery in the first stanza really is a charm. And the italicized “and yet they chose to sing” feels like such a quiet homage to majesty.
Fascinating observation on prairie dogs, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say I felt emotional when reading about the crow funeral 🥺 I love crows. Such sweet homage to their friend.
It was a truly surreal experience. Eerie, tragic, beautiful, surprising...
I love the way that italics change the directionality of language. It suddenly feels like it's coming from within you rather than at you or like it's bouncing off the walls and of a place rather than from a place. Appreciate you calling out that stylistic choice.
Keep an eye out for prairie dogs, they'll show you the way.