Peace Begins with a Smile, not a Beak. So you brought me another olive branch? Where do you even find an olive tree in Manhattan, Harry? I just find them, he mumbled. I know, I know, our nest already has so many of the bloody things. Olive branches are supposed to be a symbol of peace. So how come we always have to fight about them? They make perfectly serviceable nesting material. Where am I going to find citrus in Manhattan? I know. I really miss humans, sometimes.

Portfolio including poetry and flash fiction from micro fiction to short stories and a bit of photography thrown in for good measure.