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Excerpts from...
 What birds can only
whisper by
Julie Brickman
Chapter One
he awakes early, thinking
about a cardinal. She saw one perched on her neighbour's fence yesterday, but he
flew away before she could get dose enough to look. He was ruby against the
early snow. She wanted to hear his song, though it was dull enough for a pretty
bird. She dreamed about birds last night, an old dream from her childhood where
she is flying away from trouble. The bed is hot as a furnace. She hears a
whispery sound, rhythmic like breathing, muffled. The bed shifts. (Read more--pdf)
Chapter 30
Kendra feels like a bird who has migrated north when the
leaves turn gold, her path the choice of poor radar, tuned by the wounds in
her dra. Her own melody, her themes, her lyrics have not been composed or
orchestrated, authored or authorized, by her. She has never heard the sound
of her own music. Her trust in herself is broken. (Read more--pdf)
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