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Winter Birdsby Michael FerrisI said how I admired the Winter birds, But birds fly straighter than our best intents; Michael Ferris’s first true love was J. S. Bach. He has since had reckless affairs with Blaise Pascal, Ludwig Wittgenstein, Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost. He studied nothing of commercial value in college. He splits his time between Manhattan, where he renders unto Caesar, and Kingston, NY, where he confabulates with the hedgehogs and hummingbirds. He is grateful to have fallen on receptive ears recently at The Lyric, The Shit Creek Review, and Light Quarterly. |
Published 29 March 2011
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