their faces were elongating into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads

At this, the veela lost control. Instead of dancing, they launched themselves across the field and began throwing what seemed to be handfuls of fire at the leprechauns. Watching through his Omnioculars, Harry saw that they didn’t look remotely beautiful now. On the contrary, their faces were elongating into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads, and long,Continue reading “their faces were elongating into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads”

without my sadness the songbirds are only a forest of beaks

Poem by Taha Muhammad Ali (29.IV.1984) in So What: New and Selected Poems, 1971-2005. The Falcon   1 If ever, sadness, it might be in my power to free myself from you one day, then I would feel, decidedly, the suicide’s delight as he’s freed from all responsibility! And imagine that I were suddenly releasedContinue reading “without my sadness the songbirds are only a forest of beaks”