bird_after_the_sun raze a small toothless animal with unblinking eyes and blood that runs hotter than mine sang to me last night, an hour and a half before the dividing line that stood between yesterday and today. fifteen years ago i heard crickets when it got to be that late, and i wondered how i would ever be able to sleep through chirping that lived in a frequency range the silicone i eased into my ears couldn't touch. now i hear rogue birds that are too stubborn and too beautiful to call it a day when everything else their size has left the sky. i wouldn't dream of muffling music that sweet. 220527 ... ovenbird A loon wailed as last_light grazed the face of a remote northern lake in the summer of my seventeenth year. When my feet found the same expanse of igneous rock spanning the shoreline twenty-three years later the loon called again. As its tremolo skipped across the water to meet my ears I knew what it meant to come home. 250625 what's it to you? who go blather from