The Gift
The Gift Driving for home, it is late and I am tired. My heart begins to vibrate. I am getting close to that place where my understanding shifts. I can feel myself slipping into "Elsewhere".... More »
The Gift Driving for home, it is late and I am tired. My heart begins to vibrate. I am getting close to that place where my understanding shifts. I can feel myself slipping into "Elsewhere".... More »
A hawk hovered on the other side of the window of the castle. I tapped on the glass near its beak. It didn't move away. I thought that was cool and that it showed my... More »
It happened again. This time an adult song sparrow hurt her wing smashing against the window. We watched as she started to swoon with the pain. So you know me, I walked outside, let her... More »
A baby yellow finch bonked against my window this morning and sat on the ground. The ice is melting, but it's still chilly for a tiny hurt bird. I went outside, scooped him up, and... More »
Driving to an appointment today that I forgot about yesterday, I fantasized about pulling off the road to take a nap. Work was so boring I hardly had a pulse. The last stoplight heading out... More »
You swim like lions through the crest And bathe yourself in zebra flesh Heyoka squeals softly now to let me know when she doesn't like something, like when I'm inside her cage in the dark... More »
I spent four days a week ago painting and re-painting what a client wanted. Now she's asked me to re-do that too. Where does it end? She painted over half of what I'd already done... More »