Tuesday, November 24, 2009


I think there's something happening in there. . .

Will you come with me?

Do you hear fluttering?  Are those feathers?  Look what's roosted.

Sometimes when the world feels way too precarious, it's fun to live in another place, where the clean napkins strewn across the laundry room might be exotic birds who will nest and lay eggs amongst the towels and mismatched socks.  Later, the eggs hatch baby birds like you've never seen; shadows of gorgeous, melodious whispers that deliver reassurance and wisdom.

Are there any birds roosting in your house?

1 comment:

  1. damn, kid. you're a writer.

    perhaps i should read your bio before being so surprised every time? published, even.

    i guess viking takes publishing seriously? they must. well done...