Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
March 30, 2026

Nest

By Ferris E. Jones

Nest

He tossed
his intentions
from the nest.
If they take off,
they continue.
If they don’t,
they perish.

The gulag
rests on
the stoop,
like a
southern
hound dog
in the
hot sun.








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