About the Crow

Why did I name this blog, Crow on the Wire?

l had a long lapse of creative inactivity that made me bored and dissatisfied. Then six years ago, I took a big risk–sold my house, left a good job and packed a few things in my Prius (including my pretty girlfriend, eventually to become my wife). I moved from cold Philadelphia to sunny Santa Barbara via a five-day road trip. Here my creative voice has slowly come back. The creative muse was also triggered by the band of crows that gathered outside my Santa Barbara apartment at 5:30 a.m. every morning. Many people would view these sturdy blackbirds as an annoyance, but I instantly took them as a blessing. They sat in the trees and on the utility wires and the sound of their caws perked my curiosity.

I believed that the crows were there for me in a symbolic way. They wanted me to wake up to the world and not go through life sleepwalking with a job that I had lost passion for. It was the crows that made me want to explore the world from a unique perspective.

The crows seem to have a more interesting perspective of life than we do–from the treetops, from the roofs of houses, and the utility lines.

My creative voice is the evidence of my existence on this planet.  Enjoy my poetry, stories, and pictures. Comment as much as you like.   Peace from the wire, Mark.

For more on my connection to crows, read my article, Meditation on Crow, in the elephant journal.

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Important Note: All of my poems and stories are copyrighted as well as some of the pictures. They cannot be used without my consent.  Thank you.