A Day Job is Hard When Your Head Is Full of Ravens.
Deconstructed Crow 1 - Fibonacci (in progress) I'm making phone calls, entering data, but all the inside of my head is wings. My brain is rendering raven feathers in pencil and ink, in paint, in chalk, in actual feathers. They beat against the inner wall of my skull; beaks and claws scrape across the sphenoid. The phone rings; I pick it up. I can barely hear a voice through rustling wings, but I answer the question. It's almost lunch-time; then I'll be able to empty my head onto paper, fix down the ideas with Scotch tape. in progress Yes, I'm messy. I sleep early, wake up earlier. Put on my baja shirt to go outside , crispy-frost grass under my boots. YES - the air is icy and clear enough to see everything: Orion, the Sisters, the Twins, the Crab, the God of War; my namesake the Scorpion hides just under the horizon. I know where he is though he can't be seen , always opposite the hunter . When I was small I used to dream of being Cassiopeia...