A dear friend suggested I blog… so, I’m blogging under “Daily Scribblings.”
This is a page where I will simply compose thoughts in prose and see where it goes.
There are creatures in the trees… night crooners and sqealers, squeekers and screechers, crawlers and jumpers. I, on the other hand, am a scribbler, a scrawler, a tapper; here in a foam sack. Each of us is perched and proclaiming, waiting to pair up.
The cricket and I are poets – you are here reading my words, but who is melting to the impassioned pleas of the cricket outside my window. I am snapping my fingers in approval of its poem – all the night is a stage for bards.
If I told you a coyote ran through my dream last night… 300 meters away, along the crest of a snowy hill; would you stop reading this? I was playing chess with an absence I cannot name. When the coyote noticed us, me and my companion, “not her,” it stopped and turned toward us. As it approached, its grinning eyes filled mine with anticipation… my Knight and her Bishop lowered their swords. Make your next move coyote…
