Flying is for the Birds Flying is for the birds. Flowers take root into the ground. Toes with dirt between them tread. Grits of sand sliding through knuckled fingers. Every bit is a pearl of wisdom. Returning, ready in wait, for the next pursuer. Time, blood, and sweat will determine the next pursuer From far below, watching the birds Intently, as seekers do when attaining wisdom Resolved. Resolute. Their time not wasted on the ground. What was it I used to grasp with these t

Artwork by Silvia Gaudenzi Blackberry Jam Part I No. I am not a human being. I am an aging fairy. Flitting about, this way and that. Going absolutely nowhere, but being everywhere all at once. You asked me how I was doing, over eggs and toast. With a side of blackberry jam. I took a swig of my just cooled chai, with milk, and too much ginger. And gulped. You looked into my eyes. I tried so hard not to jump out of my skin. I am light years aware, and yet right here with you. B

Earth’s Verdant Dreamers A thumping in the upper left side of my chest awoke me from whatever dream I was having. Shiva stared down at me, approvingly, like the God she is. Or maybe I’m projecting. Even when she came to me as a kitten, I saw her. I saw who she was. She was so much larger than herself. Grey fluffy fur with white tuffs as a neck scarf and frilly paw socks. When I brought her home, she pounced and scurried around the sparse studio apartment. Her first prey, a g