The Pigeon Coop

posts, photos, poetry, pigeon paraphernalia (probably). - Dani Anonymous Serving the general public complete and utter nonsense since 2008. https://the-pigeon-coop.tumblr.com

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as i am, i am no longer. | Are.na

insincerely dahs mass dumping here. will filter. eventually. old title: to the s….page (https://dahs-is-dahs-is.straw.page) total blocks acr

18. here are things. here is me. if you are to know me then know me.

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word of the day:

"lifespan"

definition:

the one thing you are given

and the one thing you are constantly losing,

like water through your fingers.

the more you try to hold on to it, the faster it trickles through.

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bustop

i am late for the bus.

my phone lays heavy on my hand,

its black screen mocking my inattentiveness.

it is dead.

i am late for the bus.

my eyes scan the street,

hazily observing the early morn.

the sun reared its head lazily

over the large, telling clouds.

smearing the sky in a warm glow.

i am late.

i am bus.

the bus am late.

i am.

phone eyes scan street hands,

morning clouds screen black.

smearing the sky dead.

i am late.

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ferry

dani

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thing one (1) and thing two (2)

i want to learn

how to fly.

wind swimming like bird through

bird through wind as swimming

floats on air on nothing on life

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The Tale of A Worm: Birth, Life and Rebirth:

“i. the canal, and feeding”

feel your way out of the casing

push

push

push!—freedom.

dirty, grimy freedom.

feel your way out of the dirt, little one.

open your mouth and feed.

grow.

mother earth provides for her children.

“ii. opportunity.”

drops crash against the earth,

every ounce of rain an unrelenting squall upon

the poor worm.

slither across the dirt,

rise and absorb the life.

it comes rarely.

“iii. reaper.”

dewy autumn morn,

the worm is snatched, suddenly.

the beak of a crow.

“iv. angels eye view.”

the worm saw the world

its blindness undone.

saw the towers of green grass,

the trees, each a gnarled testament.

saw concrete behemoths,

hundreds, thousands, millions of times

larger than itself!

saw pale-skinned giants, each one so great yet so small

from the beak of the bird.

saw —

“v. descent.”

— the crow open its beak,

damn the worm to a cruel end.

and death watched it fall.

and death watched it fall.

“vi. splat.”

somewhere,

a worm fell to the ground and died.

splat.

“vii. feast.”

the bird, vicious, innocent murderer, dives on the

erupted corpse of the young worm,

savoring the fruits of its labor.

open your beak, o

ye omen of death, and consume.

open your beak, child, and consume.

eat.

mother earth provides for her children.

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things i’d like to name my future

the strum of guitar strings against campfire sparks

the shhhhh of cascading water against river stone

the wind coursing through sweetgrass like hand through hair

a soft, sweeping hum of late-night dragonflies and mosquitoes

the etching of beetles beneath the treebark

twin maples planted before house 

yellowed, dog-eared books on dark-oak shelf

the grass that stands tall even when pressed

red-orange firecrackers against midnight purple

the reason the tide flows in, jealously, longing to touch where we’ve stepped

asking a tree permission for lumber

digging in the snow, as the white fox

round paper lanterns hung up on strings

seven-thousand, six hundred and fourty-one islands, apart-yet-together

memories forgotten, joy restored

hands worn from wood and water

zechariah

learning a tradition in its final pulses

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change coming

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have we

been here before?

Dani out.

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childhood, discarded.

lost.

waiting patiently

for a futile reunion.

Dani out.

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the garden walls

i care for the garden walls,

not for the garden

but for the walls.

i ensure they never fall.

i do not see the garden

but i hear it is beautiful.

i hear it is like eden

before the fall.

i see the angel with the sword

guard the garden gate.

i am not allowed to enter;

this is my fate.

i care for the garden walls.

i will never see within.

i ensure it never falls

and i prevent sin.

Signed, D.A. (Dani Anonymous)

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the sunflower fields

stand tall

i could never.

Dani out.

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meadows

freedom is just beyond the barbed wires.

crash through and be.

Dani out.

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beneath the juniper tree

i buried her beneath the juniper tree

just like she had asked of me.

i buried her vessel, saw her eyes squeezed shut

into an uneasy sleep, eternal.

i saw her eyes; glassy orbs, devoid of soul.

i saw her lips; once full and lively, now cold.

i saw her, and i could only regret

that i would see her no more.

when i die, bury me beneath the juniper tree

so that i may lie with her once more.

Signed, D.A. (Dani Anonymous)

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judge, jury, executioner

i made a promise

long ago

to an old friend.

we agreed to build a fortress;

guard ourselves with grand gates

and high walls.

protected,

safe,

isolated,

alone.

the walls are a burden to care for

and yet i continue on.

that old friend is long gone.

should i keep the promise I made to him?

to me?

or should i move on?

i'm too used to it

to let go.

i let it grow on me 

like a virus, or perhaps mistletoe

infecting me,

becoming me,

it is me.

i and it,

indistinguishable.

one cannot exist without the other.

and yet I must.

and yet I cannot.

those walls, i’ve grown dependent on them.

and yet they grow weaker everyday.

they won’t always stand.

signed, D.A. (Dani, Anonymous)

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life and death

life is the creator of death; death is the creator of life.

life pushes things to 

consume

and

conquer, to

destroy and rule.

life gives power

and it takes power

of the same accord.

life creates death.

death, 

or rather

fear of death

pushes things to

create,

in the hopes of

living after death.

in the hopes of

being remembered.

death is powerful.

death creates life.

signed D.A. (Dani, Anonymous)

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Multnomah Falls

Multnomah Falls, Oregon.

water cascades in rushes

a blue blaze burns brightly;

life grows here.

Dani out.

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a flock rests on aged dock supports

the first post of The Pigeon Coop, and it's birds.

Dani out.