With every sunrise I let the dogs out and count how many evening primroses bloomed under the moonlight while I dreamt. Today there were twenty. They will be gone by noon and the next batch will bloom tonight. I document it, and post it on Instagram. I imagine people think me crazy for posting myContinue reading “Sunrise from the Jacknife Fire”
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My Fall Migration
It seems like the birds and I rarely get to rest long enough before it’s migration season all over again. Are they as surprised as I am when they open their eyes at 5:25 and it’s no longer light outside when it was just yesterday? And it is that, the changing of the light whichContinue reading “My Fall Migration”
Here, where I play brave…
…my body is a battlefield and my fears are always there for me to face. I was already covered in mosquito bites, bruises and bramble scratches when I discovered the poison oak where the dogs play at goats and climb the steep little hill on the side of the house. Poison oak terrifies me. Fortunately,Continue reading “Here, where I play brave…”
The Horse Fire or Migratory Patterns
Friday was the seventh anniversary of the Carr Fire, and as it has been all the years I’ve lived here, a vegetation fire ignited close by. It’s as if the land remembers and its memories become hot embers which ignite a fire all over again. It happens for us, why couldn’t it happen for theContinue reading “The Horse Fire or Migratory Patterns”
this spring migration
Just when things felt so stagnant, even the upcoming spring migration, it has managed to surprise me. Every migration is so different. Out of five Western Bluebird eggs, four hatched and fledged last week. And as I wondered if I should clean out the nesting box, I noticed mom and dad flying over there againContinue reading “this spring migration”
I made more sugar water instead
I dreamed a little dream not even worth dreaming. Made my own pretty hate machine and made more sugar water…for the humming birds, that is. Boys on my left side, boys on my right side, and you’re not here. Not here, like spring isn’t here but wanting to but giving in to Winter because evenContinue reading “I made more sugar water instead”
the demands of the season
Every sunrise he sits atop the burned digger pine and screams the screams of a desperate lover. He screams so loud, it wakes me even with the double-paned windows. After a while, the subject of his pleads flies to sit next to him and they fly away together, the red of their underwings disappearing intoContinue reading “the demands of the season”
we’ve ridden beyond where we could safely touch down
I told you I needed you more and you wouldn’t even turn around. The hot cowboy sees me coming to the grocery store doors and moves over for me, “after you.” He’s been hard at work too, cowboy boots covered in mud and a twelve-pack. “Thank you.” I say smiling. He’s done for me moreContinue reading “we’ve ridden beyond where we could safely touch down”
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…”
My Love is for the Birds - Sketches 