Something to Crow About at Cornwall Park

What a delicious sound! It is not merely crow calling to crow, for it speaks to me too. -Henry David Continue reading →

A Singing Rose and a Dark Eyed Junco

“I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours… I can sit on the top of a Continue reading →

On the Way to Nangang

Although my knees were wracked with issues that morning, I ambled along Fude Street with a sack of journals, pens, Continue reading →

The Shapeshifter

The Shapeshifter may appear as flash of beak or splash of wing, a swift shadow flickering across the tundra, or Continue reading →

A Matter of Life and Death

Holy guacamole! Today’s been one of those emotionally confusing, wabi sabi, wibbly wobbly, don’t- know-if-we’re-coming-or-going kind of days here in Continue reading →

Kneeling in the Garden on a Rainy Morning

Kneeling in the Garden on a Rainy Morning “Whose weeds are these?” I ask a sparrow. Guess I’ll get out Continue reading →

In the Name of the Pantoum, and of the Ode, and of the Holy Sonnet. Amen.

(Wikimedia Commons) “Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing…” Thomas Nashe From “Spring, the Sweet Spring”     Continue reading →

Romancing the Raven

Raven by Yuki Adams, 1990 Synchronicity. What comes to mind when you read that emboldened word? When I first encountered Continue reading →