Hawks here, hawks there, hawks everywhere. Accipeters, Buteos. Alive and dead. 2025 has been a year of hawk sightings for me. I tried to remember what my first bird sighting of 2025 was and I couldn’t remember, which means it was nothing memorable. A Scrubjay, a Junco. I welcomed the new year at my deskContinue reading “give me moonlight when I’m leaving”
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Why We Will Always Quote Joan Didion When LA Is On Fire
The morning the fires started, a Turkey Vulture carrying a big rat in its beak flew right by me almost hitting me. The rat was so heavy in the vulture’s mouth, the vulture was having trouble keeping altitude and that’s when it almost collided with me. It flew a little further past me and droppedContinue reading “Why We Will Always Quote Joan Didion When LA Is On Fire”
land of the sky so blue
You’re in the kitchen when the dogs start barking at the front door. You know no one is here, or the cameras in the front of the property, the driveway or the front door would have gone off. But you trust your dogs so you go look out the window from the guest bedroom. YouContinue reading “land of the sky so blue”
In that tiny kinda scary house by the woods, by the woods, by the woods…
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…”
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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”
My Love is for the Birds - Sketches 