This little apocalyptic story first appeared in Ghost Parachute, one of my favorite journals.

It seemed appropriate to read it on the forest-fire-blasted landscape on the slope behind the AirBnB we stayed at during a family visit to Ruidoso, New Mexico. I’m in the Lincoln National Forest for the reading.

Normally I pan the camera a little bit to show where I am. I couldn’t this time. It doesn’t look like it but I’m balanced on a slope and was afraid I’d slide if I moved too much!

I tried to get the local crows and / or ravens to participate. The photo is the best I could do.

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Crows