I am from paper, ink, words, images and spidery handwriting, from Canon, Nideggen, burnt sienna and red ochre, coptic and codex. I am from lands of green, with dark, worked soil, from the adoration of constellations and the heavy scent of woodsmoke in the autumn air. I am from the eagle tree and coyote fire-song, […]
the white-hot day is blinding tired. lightning lacerates a darkening sky. I turn my palm to cradle four or five large drops as the rest land sizzling on the sidewalk.
a great BLUE heron wings West a cloud dragon is half-submerged in the deep BLUE sky a BLUE damselfly barely survives the intersection a BLUE wild chicory grows in proliferation and a RED-winged BLACK bird stretches his wings saying “Chick-ah-Reeeee…”
In the morning sky an archeopteryx, brilliant white, with wings of cloud and spine, the whirling lace of a contrail.
“Hey Dudes, what’s with those humans playing raven speak at us out of those little handheld things?” “I dunno. And why do they keep repeating the same thing over and over again? Buzz bomb the black and white dog….” I heard a couple of ravens laughing the other day, maybe the real joke was that […]jokes, ravens
sharp and green as silver needles tugging raw linen thread, the smell of sun on wet juniper draws me back tight to sew the scent to my memory.
Daddy Dog is in the back room with Mouse (Mouse is actually Sadie the Border Collie). Mouse: (and here you should know that we make our dogs talk in funny voices!) “Mom…..Daddy is kissing me” Mama Dog: (making coffee for the next morning) “Wow…lucky you, he hasn’t kissed me yet today.” Daddy Dog: […]border collies