“Still hanging out with humans, eh Liana? But I get it. Friends are friends, even if they don’t have feathers, there’s a bond which cannot be broken without fouling one’s
I am not in love with holidaysthose times when families of every stripegather around the table, TV, a couch,assemble the fixings for an outdoor picnicat a nearby park with tubs
I spend a lot of time looking out the window. My view is a verdant lawn. Rabbits and a great variety of birds forage at its edges, a half-acre surrounded
Never meant to return, which is not to say I didn’t have dreams about the redwoods with their fragrant pine needles or the Pacific Ocean. Sometimes you can appreciate a
The old woman who lived in the bottom apartment called me. Her name was Basuma. Freckles covered her hands and arms and made her look like a ripe banana. She pointed to a
Horseshoe prints baked into mudin two directions, one hoof forward,another backward, wonderingif birds, plants, trees, can feel my rhythmstepping along the trail,a sense of relief as though I am morecareful