— briefly, the male is back. i hear him first, then get to watch him. his sound and bluest blue
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07.04.2017
— little gull still present in the same landscape of yes, between the scorched sandbars and brittle saltshore. go on being by waiting. carefully carefully alive
05.12.2017
it took me many tries but i finally got it. i was always there. early until eventides and it never happened but this time it started calling almost as soon as i arrived. i think it goes quiet and hides for a while (and doesn’t seem to respond to calls) — be patient and eventually it will get active. you will meet
04.24.2017
hummingbird feeders have been out since sunday morning. first of season a female broad-tailed (this vagrant species) was heard, then seen monday about 6pm, again 7:30pm and the morning after —
04.09.2017
april is the sweetest month! anemones’ rise. as foetuses in acidic soil. pale greetings withstand a winters’ grieve paws or hooves. or hearts make way flavouring buds and shoots a blind recurring grace
01.09.2017
vipperne mod huden. hurtigt. ned/op igen i én bevægelse berøring/af fravær — den mest præcise afstand, til dine døde septembermorgenen i dis solen tung og hvid/hæver sig rødkløver i vasen/fra jorden — det sidste slægtsbånd/i live
01.02.2017
— white lily light within. mountains behind you. and the easy heart dances on
01.01.2017
— driving to the desert to see what the year would begin with. there was a hawk. driving on, seeing more. lots of hawks today
12.20.2016
at least six lapland longspurs mixed in with thousands of horned larks easily found by listening for their distinct rattle calls also a single white pelican today. it crossed in low (less than 100 feet away), gained elevation and headed west
11.21.2016
we ended up lavished. seeing birds that were new to us gila woodpecker, cactus wren and the rosy-faced lovebird but we enjoyed seeing others too. familiar and the milky-way; a backbone bonfire with sparks filling the sky on our way south all the blessed hours. tracing sweetness home the ordinary years of cold. dew. drifting seagulls. origin left behind a veil of distance [flares up or melt] a fledging heart
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