Yellow is the new black, Frost is an old man

Seeing Orioles makes my insides flutter. They look like they are on a mission from another planet. Perhaps, they are here to tell us that there is such a thing as too much yellow. Or that our ancestors weren’t primates; they were plants. And how silly it is that we move around so much instead of sitting... Continue Reading →

No such thing as too much yellow

A golden oriole appears, sepia-bathed and freckled, as does her song in silos; she dips her beak in crumbling lemon clouds, giggling at earthly suspicions that the world might, in fact, be a little too yellow. I think Golden Orioles are on a mission from another planet. You can read about it here. It is also a humble opinion of... Continue Reading →

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