Search Results for: Tara Sturgill

I already told the birds that we’re the best at nesting. The crow out in the yard regarded me with a blank stare, the starling just flounced back to her flock. I already told the robin too, as she searched for worms, beak rooted...

Distance provides insight; to a tiny world normally unseen, draped in ground level confusion. From a cloud seat, the blanket is transparent, perhaps opaque because we know it is still there, floating and flapping just above the...

Cylinder of stone, Mason’s needle piercing Earth’s womb, pathway to sacred voids – linking aquifers – labyrinth of damp shadow. Dusk’s transparent veil, eager to lay a threshold amid vigor and vaults to intermingle – seekers of...