Baba Yaga’s Child. A poem by Kate Rogers

Baba Yaga’s Child I Baba Yaga gathers tiny corpses of broken birds beneath her windows. She hangs eaves and pine limbs with home-made bone wind chimes, strings bush lout bone-anchors, threads the basket rib cage of a pied biter, weaves in cuckoo wings for lift. At the top of the strand, hummingbird beaks, needles toContinue reading “Baba Yaga’s Child. A poem by Kate Rogers”