Angel in blue

A week ago, over the top branches of the trees two blocks away, the flicking linear beeline of a hummingbird out to enjoy the uncommonly warm weather. The darting, pausing path discloses the species even without the need for binoculars. It brings back the times they’ve flown so close as to see their spectacular greenContinue reading “Angel in blue”

Angel spec?

Three weeks ago, maybe four–lying in bed and inbetween sleep and reality…what spectral being descended thru the oblivion of my mind: folding golden flowing forms growing closer, close enough to encounter, a rumination or revelation? Was this the visit I’d been praying for?Yesterday morning in the broken dawn, I heard my name, startled awake, seekedContinue reading “Angel spec?”

Cin’min girl

Driving home I heard the gritting sounds of Neil Young‘s cinnamon girl on the radio. I pondered all the different transitions that made the song so great as I turned onto my street. The radio started to give out, and I almost lost the signal—but the distortion of the interfering airwaves only added to myContinue reading “Cin’min girl”