She was a nothing cat
a stray
but she stayed around
and they grew up together
when he went away
he gave her to his little sister
it didn’t matter
because
it was just a scuzzy, nothing kind of cat
Margie took care of the cat
and whenever she wrote
she always assured him
that Cat
was doing fine – as if that were important
And he would always
tell me
with a little laugh –
emphasizing
that Cat was just a scuzzy nothing
As if knowing about Cat didn’t matter.
1 June Journey back home it all began in California. before we left. Hope Remember when the world was not big enough and somedays were only whispered musings on a summer evening? what made this place any different from a hundred other places? Feelings of anticipation and uncertainty we are finally going home. a little…
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Silly old cat, upside down and legs sprouting everywhere like a piece of modern art I would title you “Cat Wrapped Around Fish Bowl” look at yourself – I can hardly stop laughing! can you see them any better from this position? at the window, your birds may scatter when you leap to say hello…
Yes it’s true we are very different you and I. The ‘Dot and the Line’ reincarnate our list of differences could surely go on forever. See how our physical features don’t favor one another in the least And yet we were thinking the same thing at the same moment lying there on the blanket as…
December had barely finished spelling out its name, yet huge, wet snowflakes silently …
The day’s hot breath lingered forcing fireflies out of the grass. Soundlessly they rose – rising blink-ing rising – pausing in the trees, slowly charting their way ever upward. Occasionally we’d catch one in an old jar, while grownups sat in lawn chairs and chatted. Mostly we just ran around small, thin arms o u…