The Jubjub Bird has landed. A lovely little boy. Dominant pied I think, because of a little yellow spot on the back of his head and solid-yellow primaries, but he doesn't have any colour bands on his belly. Not quite a baby - he appears to be going through his first molt. He's all pinfeathery. His head bars are receding, but he doesn't have an iris ( Read more... )

the stream has swollen:
rapids roar where i once sat.
the ducks won't brave them.

the cobblestone streets
clonk beneath the boots of the
imp i walk beside.

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spotted fawn, you look
too dainty to be out a-
oh. hello mama.

dear funny bird who
sits in my juice box feeder
and beeps, what are you?

fox in the sunlight,
you are a pleasant suprise
as i eat breakfast.

handsome mallard drake,
i hope you enjoyed my lunch
as i enjoyed you.

snake, i am sorry
i made you afraid today.
you are too lovely.

my fuzzy wine brain
agrees: your eager beer lips
are still off-limits.

hey babe, i really
miss you and i want you back.
...
gotcha! april fools!

still being in love
with you seems most plausible
when i'm my drunkest.

three-thirty in the
morning: all across campus,
robins are singing.

so i've realised
that I AM sandra goodwife.
wow. that's depressing.

what's sexier than
singing men wielding weapons?
nothing, i tell you.

these are a few days old:

this is a haiku.
i write one every day,
unless i forget.

blue couch on the floor -
actors shoes are everywhere
attached to crossed legs.

and today's:

ever want something
long enough to find it's not
what you want at all?