He had thought a possum roast would ease his hunger. ‘It would have,’ said the jackdaw, ‘were you younger and in a land with possums, traps, and fires.’ He looked out where the edge of night expires. He drank water ? and pretended it was wine ? He drank whiskey ? and pretended it was(…)

Teacher’s Pique

The fuzzy wuzzy caterpillar’s teacher was a jackdaw, a relationship to tax both species’ patience, given neither creature served the other for protection or as snacks. The worm mumbled something muffled by the bleacher it hid under. ‘What,’ the bird said, ‘is that you ask? You are fuzzy and inept and not that dear. You(…)

Jackdaw Gilbert’s Campaign Promise

Jackdaw Gilbert’s Campaign Promise

Me:  ‘The homunculus is at home in poems and comments that are twistier than brain crevices, foldier than proteins, more la-di-da than Falange campaign ribbons…’ Jackdaw Gilbert flies down, hovers:  ‘CAW!’ Me:  ‘Thanks. I needed that. I was getting carried away there thinking about the TED Talk, “WANT OTHERS TO LISTEN TO YOU? 4 THINGS(…)

Jackdaw of All Trades

Jackdaw of All Trades

While the rest of his ilk are contentedly flocking together he looks up new words in a lexicon left on a table. He blinks at ‘quadratics’. He bristles at ‘birds of a feather’. He’s amused by ‘Icarus’ and caws ‘European’ a fable. He fancies he’s painting, or building a boat, or a castle. He pretends(…)


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