Tag Archives: crows

An examination of spirit and self, told from beneath a sheet

Posted on July 16, 2018 by pinklightsabre

When Dawn leaves town, Charlotte sleeps with me in our bed. Friday night, and she complained about the Brian Eno music, calling it spooky. So I carried the remains of that record with me up Cougar Mountain the next morning, … Continue reading →

Posted in identity, Memoir, writing | Tagged Brian Eno, crows, Memoir, metaphysical, nature imagery, sense imagery, senses, supernatural, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, William Pearse writer, writing and identity, writing process | 32 Comments

Crow call for April

Posted on April 2, 2018 by pinklightsabre

The chicken brined and so did I, in a solution of salt, memories and music. That Easter in France with Rob and Paul roasting the lamb — then the one 30 years ago I had to work at the drug … Continue reading →

Posted in Memoir, prose, writing | Tagged crows, nature imagery, pacific northwest, short form, stream-of-consciousness, William Pearse writer | 15 Comments

Who made the constellations

Posted on July 28, 2015 by pinklightsabre

The days fanned out, an ocean of stars came into view And Crow was there too, a star in each eye gave him sight — the same glow on his wings gave him flight, and though it took a million or more … Continue reading →

Posted in poetry | Tagged American Indian art, constellations, crows, memoir writing, nature, poem, poetry, stars | 8 Comments

The eagles are kites without strings

Posted on May 19, 2015 by pinklightsabre

When I drop the dead crow in the compost bin it folds like a puppet with no hand. It feels auspicious, dead birds, and I’m glad I’m not getting on a plane today, laying low. We enter the roundabout swiftly, … Continue reading →

Posted in death | Tagged bildung, crows, dead bird symbols, dead birds, introspection, inwardness, loneliness, meaning of existence, Memoir, writing | 15 Comments

From the throat, a crow’s hand

Posted on March 24, 2015 by pinklightsabre

We are several hours away in the hills, the desert steppe, a friend’s cabin, down a dead end road that leads to a lake, a quarry, so quiet you can hear the gravel on the shoulder when we pull over … Continue reading →

Posted in poetry | Tagged ambient music, art, crows, eastern washington, field recordings, found art, Loren Chasse, Music, photography, poem, poetry, prose, sculpture, the nature of art, writing | 14 Comments

The weight of space in the eyes

Posted on June 28, 2013 by pinklightsabre

Crow wings beat hard to keep themselves up They hop, squawk, strut Never once complain. We call them death: Their eyes the color of space Cold, dark, the wisdom of the infinite confined to a frame. Maybe there’s no warmth … Continue reading →

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