The Sleeping Barn Owl Neckace Mountains We're all on this quest

We're all on this quest to discover ourselves

Underneath the Amber there is a starry sky and a handmade Hawk

The hedgehog is in a class of its own

a melt on my breast I return triumphantly to my nest

Worn and torn

The Sleeping Barn Owl Neckace Mountains We're all on this questTHE BARN OWL In late summer I feel the chill again the first marauding from the high plateau I can sense the teeth in everything and claws under rock and ti tree biting down in the dry sand of the creekbed I find the skeleton of a barn owl and snap off its skull with a twist of my thumb and forefinger I string it with a length of fishing line and for days I wear it around my neck dreaming at night of the crack of lizard bones the death cries of small