Much to the cat’s chagrin

First the table. Then the chairs. Then the rug that's down the hall. Over couch cushions and behind the drapes, sending technicolor signals to the neighbors next door. Wedged between the refrigerator and the stove, muted and sparkling; is the red dot just out of reach.

I stole this from Twitter

Firstly, I don't have the twitter. Blue bird sounds too much like blue balls and the association is much like the endless feed- excruciatingly painful. That being said, there are amazing bits of whimsical insight. Here for your amazement and joy, is a gift within a gift; enjoy. "The Night Before Christmas 2020" by K.... Continue Reading →

Sandbag

I cannot deny This post-apocalyptic Persistence of hope When the water receded We recorded the damage Shuffling around, yellow rain slickers Black boots sloshing We salvaged what we could Carrying out friends on pontoons Lifting boards and grounded fences Somehow we made it through In the end we met up Back at the old bait... Continue Reading →

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