We are sleeping citizens in a realm of unending light.
Of late, he takes good care of me- that man with the hand in the darkness. He is perfumed with loam and grassiness, and says ~Stay down to this Earth. … Continue Reading That man
I am one for snowy story scenes. For slow walks through the safe streets of Tokyo, abandoned in the rain. For bumper cars, pedal to the metal, connected to a … Continue Reading I am one
In market’s bustle, I buy promises of time- new shoes I don’t need.
In 1922, Barbara and Owen Flynn from Strathmore, California, found a little mountain enclave called Camp Nelson. Following the example of their … An Oasis in a Mars-scape
In an anxious stepping dream, a scruffy old pup (three-legged) said “Thank you” into my ear as I held his hand on the stairs. Down a flight (in the waiting … Continue Reading Disturbed, I nodded . . .
November is when cats die, in my experience. One from a seizure. Two from tiny hearts. They helped with Hallowe’en first, then left me to cry in doldrums of cold. … Continue Reading Seasonal