May 8th, 2017

Remnants of dreams Clinging to the insides of my eyes and on my tongue The air laden with moisture A curious jay peers inside Under a steel-gray sky It’s snowing in California Mother’s Day snow they say In France Voices of reason Cheer themselves hoarse The bigot lost And we’ve…

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Changes

Has it really been almost a month since I wrote last? Time flies and I do have the excuse that I was tied up for more than a week with houseguests and traveling. But the truth is that I’ve been casting around for a theme to write about that promises…

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Predator

There’s beauty in the fierce gaze of the Sparrow Hawk as she plunges into my garden, grasping for some hapless little sparrow or tit with her long talons. There’s beauty in the flying manes and flailing hooves of the wild Konik stallions, forgetting their brotherhood in a battle for supremacy…

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