She never let on how insane it was in that tiny kinda scary house by the woods, by the woods, by the woods, by the woods. You don’t need a spaceship they don’t know you’ve already lived on the other side of the galaxy. ~T.Amos I have gotten no more real interest on my houseContinue reading “In that tiny kinda scary house by the woods, by the woods, by the woods…”
Category Archives: bird bitch
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Bird’s Eye View
With the sun beating down so early the moon was still showing and with the faint smell of smoke from the Veterans Fire, the acrobats dangled from the Sundial Bridge. The Turkey Vultures, curious, hovered over them while the cliff swallows panicked. It is nesting season for them and their homes are under the bridge,Continue reading “Bird’s Eye View”
a burning question was answered
The fire came swooping down from the west, meeting the swimming pool and splitting in two. What burned and what was spared is still a mystery. The house I now own was not spared. It burned to the ground in three minutes flat. I’d like to think it burned for me, that while I satContinue reading “a burning question was answered”
I told myself, that for the birds…
C texts me back, “You must be braver.” He’s referring to me not giving a like to a stranger’s comment I saw on an acquaintance’s Instagram post about writers’ backing out of the AWP conference in Kansas City because the AWP will not declare themselves Pro Palestine and denounce Israel. The stranger’s post is aContinue reading “I told myself, that for the birds…”
If fear of the night is a measure for loneliness…
Morning comes and the animals lick me awake. They’ve tired of dreaming and want to eat and play. But I’m never ready to wake up. The night is my favorite and I hate to see it go. Dreaming is my favorite and I hate to see it end. When night comes I feel safe andContinue reading “If fear of the night is a measure for loneliness…”
counting lovers like sheep
Fall migration has started, hushing whatever was screaming inside me to a stop. Birdsong has that power over me. I spend my days tending to my plants and my rescue animals fully embracing my solitude, knowing that at last I’m done with the outside world. I have dozens of juvenile Western Bluebirds and them growingContinue reading “counting lovers like sheep”
The Sandhill Cranes
I clicked my heels and mentioned you three times to the tree fellers at the bar. There’s no one like you. There’s no one like you. There’s no one like you. And nothing happened. I’m always mentioning you to strangers, all your fires and your feats. I need to stop because I’m sure you’re notContinue reading “The Sandhill Cranes”
things are starting to fall into place
Juvenile Western Bluebirds are flying erratically across the front yard from tree to tree. It’s as if they’re showing off they can fly now. Their beaks are too large for their face and they barely have any blue on them at all. At first I thought them to be juvenile European Starlings because of theContinue reading “things are starting to fall into place”
The Great-tailed Grackle Whisperer
I’ve been gone for days and I like checking in on my house without me in it. There are more than a dozen live fires in the area and I left the living room light on. I’m hoping my Santa Lucia Island Sage will survive this heat without water. My mother is going to giveContinue reading “The Great-tailed Grackle Whisperer”
My Love is for the Birds - Sketches 