In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems —RumiYou’re cut into me With the sickle of Moons, Time’s fine lines, The patina of truth,The sepia stain
Of days long fled,
The nightly pain
Of things unsaid

A Murder of Crows..One for sorrow, Two for mirth Three for a funeral, Four for birth Five for heaven Six for hell Seven for the devil, his own selfA Crowd of Witnesses I had the first tangible lead connecting someone to Barney Ferguson’s murder. I was convinced Agnes Allard was somehow involved. She owned the farm near the ditch where Barney’s body had been found and she had a revenge motive going back over two hundred years.

One for sorrow, Two for mirth Three for a funeral, Four for birth Five for heaven Six for hell Seven for the devil, his own selfDeath by Burning I guess I had been so caught up in the trauma of Barney’s death that I got sloppy and missed a clue—something that rarely happens with me.

One for sorrow, Two for mirth Three for a funeral, Four for birth Five for heaven Six for hell Seven for the devil, his own selfThe Lookout Two days later Barney Ferguson was laid to rest in a ceremony that wasn’t what I envisioned.

One for sorrow, Two for mirth Three for a funeral, Four for birth Five for heaven Six for hell Seven for the devil, his own selfThe Wicker Man of the Druids I don’t know if I buy into the notion that crows are spirit guides, but they certainly are mystical and are able to communicate with me.

One for sorrow, Two for mirth Three for a funeral, Four for birth Five for heaven Six for hell Seven for the devil, his own selfJim Crow and Windwalker The following day, on impulse, I went back to Barney’s place to look around. Actually, I shouldn’t call it an impulse—everyone has that kind of thing—but what I experience is more intense. I call it a leading