Tuesday, January 16, 2018



A steady gaze meets mine, reflected in the cabin window. 

No need for the guidebook or the binoculars around my neck; I can see you  


The owl is my neighbor, yet through the summer we rarely met. Now 

as darkness lengthens, our hunts overlap. 

We scan the skies, flick over the ground, search for movement. 

He hunts to eat. My prey flies off untouched.  

Why do I hunt? 

What draws me to find you? 

Colored feathers. Piping voices. Watchful eyes.  

Your eyes show colors I can but dream of. 

History. Legend. Myth. 

Good luck or bad, foretelling wisdom or death, you decorate our stories, give reality to our myths. 

Names. Labels. Fact. 

Child of dinosaurs, you traded scales for feathers, might for fight, yet you wear their talons unchanged. 

Are these the reasons I search for you, hunt you down with eyes alone? 

Or is it something deeper, unnamed, within 

that draws me? 

Which of us, 

after all, 

is prey? 




The Spectra World master maps!

  Summer is here! It's the perfect time to explore somewhere new! Sure, that might include a physical location, but I for one hope to ex...