When she left the wolf,

She came out cawing, all teeth,

His belly a cave.


The woodsman refused

Her the axe.  On the mantle

Still: dark fur, pale bone.  


A murder, tell the

Child, names any group of crows.

Even old mothers.






Alicia A. Curtis lives in Lawrenceville, GA with a photographer, a cat and ten fish. She enjoys bird-watching, divination, and listening to the wind. Her poetry has most recently appeared or is forthcoming in "Gothic Poems and Flash Fiction", “Abramelin”, “This Great Society”, and “The Last Man Anthology”.