Pigeon poetry and chapbooks for posting

Last summer I published three chapbooks: my own book Humping the Boonies, and two collections featuring myself and a number of other writers; Three Broken Ribs and Four Sleeves.  All three books are now available to buy in hard copy – £3 plus £1 postage and packing.
To encourage you, here’s an extract from The Sound of Pigeons, a short story I wrote for the chapbook Four Sleeves.

Smoke billowed out from the window behind her. The book had told her that smoke would pacify them. She was desperate. It didn’t take long to pile up her books, but breaking up the furniture was tricky.

A siren wailed in the distance, though it was hard to judge how close it was. The sound of pigeons filled the air. The shuttering sound as they banked hard into the sky; the squalling, dissonant drone of their song; the gutters creaking under their weight. They moved around on the lawn, a grey mass seething like bait in a bucket, one deafening voice purring in her ears.         – The Sound of Pigeons, Four Sleeves

Art created for 'Four Sleeves' by Anthony Higginson - prints available!

Art created for ‘Four Sleeves’ by Anthony Higginson – prints available!

A few weeks ago I was watching a small flock of pigeons in a park in Manchester. Unlike the city pigeons you normally see: milling around, fighting, and hunting for scraps, these were all sitting and standing around quite calmly, resting or preening. It made quite a change to see them so peaceful, and I couldn’t help but stop to watch them for a while. Seeing pigeons at rest goes so against my general notion of pigeons: something swarming and seething and insatiable.

I noticed that several pigeons were lying at a strange angle, and it was only after watching them a bit longer that I realised; they don’t just lower themselves to the ground when they lie down, they lower one wing and use it to cushion themselves against the ground. For some reason, I was thoroughly enchanted by it. I felt a little bad about writing such mean things about pigeons (only a very little), so I wrote this to make up for it:

I've always loved taking pictures of pigeons

I’ve always loved taking pictures of pigeons

Flock

They stalk, seen.

Grey workwear on top; rouged knees below.

A gabbling rabble:

uneven flight

and shattered, desperate wingbeats.

There’s an image to maintain.

But in the quiet, green spaces

where they rest:

shy, sly;

on bended wing they wait.

Until another foreigner scatters crumbs

and a shout makes them rise.

Taken long ago when I was in art school.

Taken long ago when I was in art school.

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About sarahgracelogan

Sarah Grace is an itinerant scribbler and general layabout. She runs a writing group called CAKE.shortandsweet, because any form of procrastination from actual writing is always attractive to the serious author of refined taste. When not distracted by laser pens, Sarah Grace writes novels, short stories and flash fiction, poetry, stage scripts and screenplays. She has performed her work at Stirred Poetry, Bad Language and Tongue in Cheek Manchester. Her first publication, Humping the Boonies is a self-published chapbook available directly from the author, or from Travelling Man, Manchester. You can find more details about her ongoing projects, not to mention a selection of free stories up for grabs right here on her blog. https://sarahgracelogan.wordpress.com/about/ She also likes to talk about theatre, film, books, photography, and especially games and other things that involve collaborative storytelling. Sarah Grace likes feedback, in whatever form it comes.

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