Photo by Sagmeister & Walsh
And on the topic of birds, and on the topic of yesterday's conversation on where you find out about new writing, I got a few suggestions from you, and out of those have discovered SmokeLong Quarterly Zine, and here is a lovely short, very short story by Emily Darrell On Becoming a Bird:
"Becoming a bird was not what I expected.
The songs are fucking hard to learn, first thing, and there are still so many I don't even know. Sometimes I just move my beak and pretend.
Finding food is never easy and with such a small stomach you can only digest a little at a time. Overeat: die. Don't find enough: die. It's a tough balance.
And then there's the nest building. Jesus Christ, don't even get me started on the nest building!
Though really, who becomes a bird for anything but the flying? Just as in a dream, the flying is all there is. How can I explain it? It starts with an aloneness different from all other alonenesses. The feeling is not that of being a puppet, nor a balloon. There are no strings from above jerking you about like a marionette, nor from below, holding you to the earth like a tether.
There is awareness, but no awareness. Movement, but no movement. Sky, but no sky. Each flight is the same as the one that came before, and then different from the one that will follow."
As I find more sources for new writing published out there in the wild world, I will let you know. Check out this zine. And also, Clarkesworld.