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Apr.12.2012 Unflying If birds were to crash into clouds Would their feathers Get wet? ~ ~ A sparrow drinks off a puddle Its thirst does not know The meaning of dirt ~ ~ No tree remembers Woodpeckers that knock On its doors ~ ~ They should have remain caged I let out the two love birds Who flew away in different...	Apr.10.2012 Early Morning I hear birds chirping outside my window. I listen quietly. A language among birds I don’t quite understand. I hear music. A melody delights with no words. I imagine pretty birds engaging in the morning sun.
Jan.22.2012 Extinction, Part 4 Extinction is a natural process at a fairly stable background rate of one species per year, per million species on the planet, a rate (as might be expected) slightly less than the number of new species created. Evolution stirs this pot full of appearances and disappearances, ensuring...	Jan.04.2012 The Flock January 4 THE FLOCK Today I came to a place in the road covered with birds. The nearby fields, covered in birds, the trees covered. As I approached, the birds took wing. The flock responded to my presence; each bird flew, the sky darkened with their flight;...
Nov.25.2011 The Best Photo I Ever Took The egrets were flying. The tree was bending. I happened to be there, camera poised. One click was all it took.	Nov.23.2011 Your turkey's a Muslim You’ve got the bird home, dressed it in its best Thanksgiving suit, and placed it in the warmth of the oven or the stove, the heat causing the flesh to melt softly inside and the juices to spill out and settle over its body. You will bring it out for the family dinner – an event so positive, so...
Aug.04.2011 Who to Save? Today is August 4th, a Thursday. Summer is almost over. I love the sunny mornings, the morning glories the birds. I love waking up to the sound of the ravens. They sound like they're fighting. I like to imagine that they're bragging to each other that they got a big treat to eat and they're going...	Jun.12.2011 WHAT'S IN A NAME? I’m going to name my house. Well, maybe not my house, but my back yard. The backyard that has held multiple tables for a medieval Yule, when a “king” from a different land visited and played the bagpipes, where each dish of the feast was heralded by a young squire. “My lords and ladies, the first...
May.13.2011 Latino Novel Performed As Spoken Word Here's a 13-minute video for your Friday the 13th enjoyment. This is me performing chapter one from my novel Anhinga as spoken word while accompanied by my son Landen. There's also an interview with host Matt Munoz. The event was at Bakotopia Unplugged held at Fishlips, located in Bakersfield...	May.08.2011 Today I Saw An Angel I went out to the woodshed to fill the wood boxes this afternoon. Before I came back inside I stood outside in the woodshed and looked around the property. The birds were singing their hearts out and the leaves were falling quite thickly across the top of the woodshed and down in front of me. I...

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