All My Relations, Bird Style

Well, what do you know? I’m not a monkey’s uncle, but i am a magpie’s aunty. There i was gardening, and a magpie alit and began haranguing I ignored the noise, figuring it was commentary upon our lordly grey cat, sunning his royalness there on the deck. Slowly, though,  i realised the bird was serious…

Letter from a Friend

This one’s for my good friend Ivan, a poet and a gentleman, who most poetically and politely pointed out that i’d omitted one letter from the Animal Alphabet. Thanks. How’s this? Reputation’s Quetzals may flash long green tails, but the Craft in the Path is a simple brown Quail. best ams

Abecedario Numero Uno: Animal Alphabet

Aardvarks of Insecurity sniff your soul’s toes; Bees of Defensiveness fizz in your ear; is that the Crocodile of Doubt? Dung Beetles of Truth roll on, while the Ermine of Excuses slinks thru; Temporality’s Ferrets stop digging for nothing; but Love is that hulking Gorilla, watching from the shadows; he grooms himself and eats a…