I saw a sparrow today–one small, speckled Bird, feathers fluffed against wind-toothy Rain. Driven from the sky by leaden clouds Weeping over densely packed buildings and Cold streets, he picked his dripping way to The curb to stare in blank bewilderment at The wide road, the fitful flow of impatient Traffic. On another day, a sunlit day, or an Afternoon blanketed by dry-eyed clouds, That dank, wide way would’ve been no Barrier at all, only a drab, bustling strip he’d Leave earthbound, as he soared over Roofs and steeples and sky-high red eyes That wink warnings at night-flying planes. But this wasn’t another day, it was today, And he perched uncertainly at the edge Of the sidewalk, blinking owlishly, trembling, Searching for a safe, if solitary, way home.
“I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the house top.”
Kathy’s publishing career dates back to 1997, when she published a two-book romance series with Bantam’s Loveswept line. The first book in the series, For Love or Money, won a 1997 Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award.In 2012, Kathy self-published two thrillers. Amanda’s Eyes, the first book in a series featuring crime reporter A.J. Gregson, is a paranormal thriller that has garnered a 4.4★ average on Amazon and was a semi-finalist in Kindle Book Review’s 2014 Best Kindle Book Awards. Her second thriller, Why Live?, is dystopian science fiction.Current projects include the sequel to Amanda’s Eyes, remixes of her two romance novels, and posts to her blogs Write Minded (on the writing life) and Momma D’s Diary (a humorous look at aging and retirement).As a communications specialist with a major university, Kathy wrote more than one hundred features for print and the web. Now retired and writing full-time, she enjoys meditation; reading; live performances by her sons (both professional musicians); brisk walks with her rescue dogs, Molly and Lucy; and playing handy gal around her 92-year-old, foursquare home in Martinsburg, WV.
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