my hewn logs of
like slaps to
as the tiny reflective
with the requisite
how can you
and the scraping
snorting with ridden
of red light-
Ryan Bird is a soulless author seeking likeminded consumers.
He calls both Toronto, and his lovely wife Jillian, home. He also
lives with the maximum number of pets allowed by law.
This season his poems will appear in Another Toronto Quarterly,
Poetic Hours and Opium Magazine.