A Milk Jug Bird­house My mind rejects what my eyes can see. A girl— using a phone book for a booster seat— sits at a table in the yard, beside an aban­doned clothes dryer. She’s carv­ing a bird­house from an empty milk car­ton. A suit of armor and a plas­tic pineap­ple are under a lon­gleaf pine, where […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…