Why Birds?

I guess it has always been with me: my earliest memories revolve around the just out of reach above and those gifted with feathered wings playing in this blue-white field. I would dream of inhabiting that space throughout my life.

This collection is a true confession in poetic, fictive, and biographical collage. They tell my stories with fantasy as a constant companion; these birds have, in effect, written a map of the scope of my physical, spiritual and mental lives. The Collage Poetry structure was a representation of this erratic and awesome process by which my human lives have intersected, at times seeming to be choreographed by, the avian world. I suppose I am still that kid in the crib looking up to my mother and father to say my first word at the age of 5 months, "Duck, duck, duck..." holding up my rubber duckie to the air above--even then knowing where the spirit of all birds belong....The air above accompanying my awe and wonder.