Gregory B FlynninFeral ParakeetsAna was carved into her skinI could never describe this tree, the one that invited me to spend the moment of the solstice at her base, under the tendrils and the moss…Dec 21, 2018Dec 21, 2018
Gregory B FlynninFeral ParakeetsMudflats (#NaPoWriMo Day 30*)Walls — mud surrounds a city we can see from above, climb the hill and look down on the whole. Fabrics blowing in the breeze. The could…May 1, 2018May 1, 2018
Gregory B FlynninFeral ParakeetsMeet and be met (#NaPoWriMo Day 28)There is an ease in feeling the borders of the physical self in the warm embrace of a loved one, or while cozy in a sleeping bag, under…Apr 30, 2018Apr 30, 2018
Gregory B FlynninFeral Parakeets# This Place is Home (#NaPoWriMo Day 27)This place is home — yet so unfamiliar. These grey clouds, the smell of the rain, a familiar perfume (it *is* different here). I know this…Apr 28, 2018Apr 28, 2018
Gregory B FlynninFeral Parakeets# Time Travel (#NaPoWriMo Day 26)You there, reading this, do we belong to each other? Would we recognize who we’ve become, after all these years? It took 13.7 billion…Apr 27, 2018Apr 27, 2018
Gregory B FlynninFeral ParakeetsFriction Made This (#NaPoWriMo Day 7)Friction made this. Pressure. Tension. The movement of masses far beyond where our feet stand now. Consequences that gifted us. How could…Apr 26, 2018Apr 26, 2018
Gregory B FlynninFeral Parakeets# Untitled (#NaPoWriMo Day 25)Senses are open I monitor for pain But all I find is this giddiness That confuses — something at the core A willingness to let things flow…Apr 26, 2018Apr 26, 2018
Gregory B FlynninFeral Parakeets# What Love Is (#NaPoWriMo Day 24)“You are precisely as big as what you love, and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you.” ~ Robert Anton Wilson The contours of…Apr 25, 2018Apr 25, 2018
Gregory B FlynninFeral ParakeetsDay (#NaPoWriMo Day 9)Quiet. Serene. Open. Pulse. Close. abrasive. Attuned. Static. Grate. Uneven. Clear. Movement. Steep. Broken. Over. Covered. Shady. Bright…Apr 24, 2018Apr 24, 2018
Gregory B FlynninFeral ParakeetsHow is this a thing? (#NaPoWriMo Day 23)How is this a thing? This question has bounced around inside me all day. The first moments of dawn pointed to the kind of day that can only…Apr 23, 20181Apr 23, 20181
