Skeletons of JanuaryOnce so aliveGreen hands and fingers danced against our blue skyMuscular legs beneath uplifted armsShade and sanctuary to the young and old of the airWrens, cardinals, jays, and finchDays of sunshine, ample blue skyNaked toes on soft green carpetMemories buried under winter’s white...

Jonathan “To a female Toucan, size matters. These birds we’re listening to are all males. There’s one across the river, one on this papaya tree, the other one is up the mountain side. And somewhere in the forest there’s a lady looking for her guy. The...