By Catherine Kerr
Taxidermy jay birds longing to dance upon glossy ground, the rain to be their disciple and passionately kiss their feet, seeping into their mosaic azure wings. Baby grizzly bears growling for their mother and the sharp taste of berries to baptise their tongues in a violet elixir. Longing for the forest’s vegetation crunching beneath their paws. Behind glass, frozen in time as if encrusted by ice. Like swords stabbing their thoraxes, butterflies are held up by a metallic pin, their wings: splattered Jackson Pollock paintings of kintisu.
The Jumble 