If I lived in another world, where anything was possible, all the birds in that world would be my friends. Some people secretly wish for super powers; if I had a super power, the ability to befriend and communicate with feathery winged beings would be mine. As it happens, I don’t live in such a world, so instead I make do with my imagination – a vast and sprawling, whimsical landscape with branches laden with roosting fowl, the sky full of creatures in flight, silently beating wings, plumage a plenty – a place I can set free all my ideas to soar. If words had wings (as some say they do) then my words would fill the sky too, and I would need to contain them somehow. So here I have decided to build my Writer’s Aviary – a place to catch, sort and keep the poems and prose I write – a place others can visit too and join in the discussion. You may also find a few pretty dropped feathers here too, which you can pick up and keep, feathers in the form of words or phrases. I have quite a collection!
So welcome to my Writer’s Aviary. I hope you enjoy listening to the birds and exploring some of my own work as well as lots of writing about writing!