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Peculiar Treasures: Nest and Feathers

By Kellie Purcill


From roosting in a kitchen in New Jersey to an island in Russia, read how two families were reunited over 70 years after the Holocaust that separated two brothers.

If you feather your nest with books like yours truly, every now and then you may consider moulting a few bizarre titles like these.

We hope this past Sunday was more pleasure than pain with Mothers’ Day observances, ignorances, and associated calm/calamities.  This list of 23 stories to read about and by mothers is a glimpse into how diverse nesting and birds of a feather can be.

…how I support my queer son and the Family Proclamation” is given soaring wings in this post.

This week we have Mel’s poem, in tribute to Ashlynne Mike.


For Ashlynne Mike


Last thing she saw

was the sky,

blue as the underbelly

of a bird,

Her back

cradled in the crook

of Mother Earth’s cinnamon arm,

her hollow body singing.


Rise, little spirit,

dry wind lift

you over

Spring’s tiny yellow blossoms –

little fists of defiance,

over pale sage –

the kelp of the desert,

and over the narrow creek bed

skirted with mulberry.


Find your trail

through the bright sky –

the fringed hem

of your white suede

dusted with caramel pollen

as your spirit

sweeps the red rocks

and dances on the mesa

with your ancestors,

their black hair swinging

to the echo

of a tight buffalo drum,

their feet light

as eagle feathers.

About Kellie Purcill

lives way on the other side of the planet in her native Australia and gives thanks for the internet regularly. She loves books, her boys, panna cotta, collecting words, being a redhead and not putting things in order of importance when listing items. She credits writing as a major contributing factor to surviving her life with sanity mostly intact, though her (in)sanity level is subject to change without warning.

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