Corvid Dreams
In the dream, you told me / the raven’s secrets, the names / by which crows call themselves, / the secret powers of jays.
Jennifer Crow: Fallen to Witches
The world catches its breath after harvest, ghosts of leaves drifting across the fields into heaps of tarnished gold, and the hunters ride out, shouts like weapons echoing sharp from the hills. How long I wait, cool evenings shivering against my skin, dreams curdling...
