My son is writing a Quail Diaries of his own. It is a somewhat different narrative, however. The quail in these diaries are working to overcome their nemeses–including….Cooper’s hawks and Dr. Calkins. I’m in it in the first chapter, trapping and banding the birds. Quant, the hero quail is never trapped but Y/S Y/B is, and this bird, with help from Quant, shoots me in the eye, thus forcing me to retire from trapping. While … Continue reading
Is the girl you used to have in prison yet? A penultimate entry in this series. a subject for the Hospital–she looked like a maniac when I saw her I feel a bit as though I am redeemed. Maybe it’s just the day. But little bits are turning around inside and I see tiny lighted pathways sometimes. It is suitable that I’d notice this for #13– patients were often strapped to chairs in semi darkness … Continue reading
In the context of the rain, and surge and winds on the other side of the country it feels unutterably calm here. not honey, not the south Though outside, right now, is one of the few sunny days we’ve had this year in Seattle. So it is a weather event, though not an unseasonable one. not the plunder of the bee/from meadow or sand-flower/or mountain bush The beauty of this place is undeniable like today … Continue reading