Portents Kari A. Flickinger Go back who knew gulls at dawn bear warning? The bell in the campanile tolls. Quiets the gulls. A breath between their warning words. Orange piercing silence through wracking caws calms a calamity of frenzy. Winds warm will. O deep ocean so near the desperate Feathers. Cackle in this ditch hidden in this seed and star un peu à gauche de (planets) near the milkiest stream—down an ivy way. Kari A. Flickinger Continue Reading
