The ravens would just like you to know …

… that they’ve really had enough of hearing about That Poem.

Not that it’s a bad poem, all things considered. But more than 150 years after publication, and humans still can’t resist reminding them of it at every opportunity. All their raven-y intellectual accomplishments, all their opinionated trouble-making trickster-inspired awesomeness, and all humans have to offer them in response is a single word.


Really, I think the ravens must be tired of hearing about That Poem.

Found weather

Gusty swath,
Basking all the way.

Tropical Storm Andrea Makes Landfall in Florida

Clouds roll in,
Lightning strikes–
Take another route.
You can’t tell how deep
The water is.
Go slowly,
Be smart:
A mistake could cost you.

Monsoon Safety: How to Avoid Becoming a Stupid Motorist

Dusk settled over
Black forest meadows.
Choked fear:
The flames would get too close.
We plan for this,
We train for it–
We never had to do this.
Sagebrush burning,
Smoke hovering,
Lightning strike.
Let the blaze run
Its uneasy ritual.

A wall of fire bore down–
Our house is gone–
But we’re all safe.

Colorado Residents Flee Wildfires Spreading Across Rockies

“‘Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,’ I said, ‘art sure no craven. / Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore'”

Dear Poet Who Is Best Remembered for His Work on the Subject of Taciturn Corvids,

Do you actually know any ravens?

Sorry, but I couldn’t help wondering.



Which is by way of saying I’ve been rereading “The Raven”. Because it’s part of our cultural understanding (or lack thereof) of ravens, too.

Stray thoughts:

Just because a raven got into your chamber doesn’t mean it’s all about you, dude.

Ravens actually aren’t all that stately. But they’re not ungainly fowl, either. It is true they’re unlikely to offer you the least obeisance, though. Or me either.

I want a fic about whoever it is who taught this bird to say “nevermore.” Because ravens actually can learn that sort of thing, no divine messaging required.

Are you feeding this raven? Because, seriously, if it’s still sitting above your chamber door after all these years, someone is. Or maybe it’s mooching off all those uneaten meals the servants have been bringing you while you angst about Lenore?

So let me see if I have this right. Ravens. Totally not creepy. Except for the fact that they totally are!

Which … isn’t wrong. Actually.


Dear Fowl Whose Fiery Eyes Burned Into the Poet’s Bosom’s Core,

I promise, I will never look at you and croak “Nevermore” again.

Well, almost never.