His stretch marks shone like rivers and she wondered how it was that she could hate her own so much when they were so tender and so otherworldly on him.
Cuckoo (Gretchen Felker-Martin)
His stretch marks shone like rivers and she wondered how it was that she could hate her own so much when they were so tender and so otherworldly on him.
Cuckoo (Gretchen Felker-Martin)
A smile couldn’t save you. It was for you, for your own dignity. A way to say ‘You didn’t hurt me’ to someone busy sticking a knife in your guts.
Cuckoo (Gretchen Felker-Martin)
This is what we hear when you mourn over our existence. This is what we hear when you pray for a cure. This is what we know, when you tell us of your fondest hopes and dreams for us: that your greatest wish is that one day we will cease to be, and strangers you can love will move in behind our faces.
‘Don’t Mourn For Us’
Jim Sinclair
Our Voice, volume 1, number 3, 1993
Cuckoo (Gretchen Felker-Martin)
Source details and larger version.
It’s been said that hybrids evoke wonder and fear, magic and folklore. Evidence: strange hybrids.
Also TIL that roadrunners are cuckoos, and altho they raise their young themselves most of the time, they do occasionally engage in brood parasitism, and their eggs have been found in the nests of common ravens and of northern mockingbirds.




The Common Cuckoo
As I was drawing this I was wondering if they were ever associated with the fae, considering the whole replacing eggs with their own and changeling thing