birds in a barrel's mission is to release creative nonfiction into the wild.

40 Days & 40 Writes is its first project.

Outside In: Meditations

The core of you consists of
newly-milled cotton and
French terry knit
cloth. I rub my
face along its
length.

Distilled to oil, your
viscous soul, syrupy sweet:
the honey to my bee.

To life: water, air,
sustenance;

you are made from this.

I wear around my neck
a small dark bottle,
collect the dewdrops
that line your brow
each dawn.

"Do you suppose the stars
yearn for us,
as well?"

The infinite that is me
and the infinite that
is you travel there
each twilight;

we dance among kindred
amid a boundless
womb

We

Good Salt