The Writer written by: Eric Robert Nolan @ericrnolan1   At night he dreamt of birds, thousands of them, imprisoned in his house. Ravens screamed in the attic. Sparrows panicked in the hall. He sat at his desk. A Jay pecked Frantically at his shirt sleeve. The basement door revealed Torrents of finches, erupting in the dark A loud gray storm Of beaks and tiny claws. Seagulls suffered in the cupboards. Parakeets in the rafters, trapped, Raged in Etruscan. He crossed … Continue reading The Writer