Falconry and a Rain-Kissed Sky

We sit, looking at the rain-kissed sky

The train whistle in the distance

A resort is full of people

taking care of it,

loving the land.

Then, raptors


And the bird lady

Married to her birds,

Teaching, but her words are full of regret and resentment

Why did she hide so long

Only, like a burrowing owl,

to come out and realize, it is too late,

Too late for children

Bitter pride, an aftertaste of regret.


Roaring monsters in the sky while playing with the 2%.

Acquaintance with and acceptance of one’s own intelligence.images

Sharing dreams and attempts of creative endeavors.

Knowing the reception will be one of honest curiosity and excitement.

Separation from influences which see you as less and the gifts that brings.

Showing one keys to vehicles, waiting to be tested.

Opening the path of learning, so far beyond school.

Three stories in the sky looking at the faces of the trees.

Hearing the whispers of nature and the murmurs of our realm.

Voices, words, tones, falling through the air, landing, sometimes.


Fighting Gremlins

Gremlins, voices, FOO, or my favorite “the itty-bitty-s*itty-committee”….thinking-clipart-KingzdE5T

The challenge lies in being able to tune in to that channel in your head and learn how to turn down the volume.

Being brave enough to listen to the filters that are blocking the kind words.

The distortion mechanism tearing words of love and making them into old voices.

Voices of ridicule and guilt.

Ones bent on tearing you down, tearing you apart, even better.

Drilling in, letting your inner faith drain away as it laughs because you let it, again.

Inky Poem

Hopes dashed

falling into the inky blackness

swim, don’t drown

float in the darkness

dive if you dare

there’s light down there

stroke, sink, hold your breath

go, don’t think, carry through

out, come out

the other side is bright

but you must fight

fight the urge to let go

and sink into the ink.

Saris in the park on a journey to 10,000 steps

Saris in the park on a journey to 10,000 steps.



Snapshots of another land,

strolling through ours.

Finding rest,

relaxing on an evening walk.

Curry in the air,


bringing my body and heart back in line.

Setting a gaugue,



Planning through age 112,

Adventures by the decade.

10,000 steps now brings strength,

laughter as I balance my way up the street.

So I can fly again.

The funnest part of my walk- the balancing

The funnest part of my walk- the balancing