Birds Don't Have Teeth

He had kept the tooth pressed into my palm the whole time, and now it stuck there in a skin-pit of its own carving. The blood had all but dried. Watching it, I was momentarily convinced that the tooth was moving, shaking somehow by itself, but I came to realize it was, in fact, my own heartbeat...

Janis

The VW bus rocked and giggled inside, snowflakes falling like feathers that night on Providence. Drawn to the clouds of piney smoke seeping from the bus, I couldn’t cover my loud laughter.

Joanie

For me, there’s so much comfort and joy in just knowing the names of all the critters and the wildflowers, knowing that we are just part of this amazing world of dragon flies and butterflies and sounds and smells and the way the seasons change and that we’re all part of it too—

Eaters of the Dead

Digger quietly cleaned up the torn dirt, replaced bits of bone as he could and buried others, telling no one of his actions or the causes. He had come into the habit of wandering the graveyard in the evening, listening for the scraping sound of tooth on bone.

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