Rachael Convery

[of birds*:]

what mighty hero who ever kissed the salt eyes of a mother at dawn’s first gold or lifted a joyous child with arms outstretched to...

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[v.5]

give me the gun, my love this is no dance, no punchline blue smoke coiling like hollow wire above the spruce crowns, glittered with the...

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That When I Waked

the torn silk edges of the clouds against cottonblue skies the field trembling with the windswept elizabethan ruffs of yellowblushed...

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HEADLINE: “ISIS claimed responsibility after a 17-year-old migrant attacked”

“I don’t want to live in Europe anymore,” my friend Domagoj says, after a maniac mows down pedestrians with a truck in...

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