Loneliness has gaps where joy or lovecan live for just a breath ~~~
would climb the drapes, wanting to see what life looked like from up above. It wasn't mischief, it was love! of exploration and adventure. And folks, here's where I should mention: Haze was born into a barn, where climbing things could do no harm and walking on the rafters was the favourite pastime of her … Continue reading When Hazel was a kitten, she
Went through the clothes draped over the chair, you know, the in-between, the ones you're not sure if you should wear one more time - the not worthy to be hung as clean, the not dirty enough to be tossed in the laundry. Went through the letters saved in the box, you know, the bittersweet, … Continue reading Sorted Those
To the Muses, with love, 2005 "And I would never scold the onion for causing tears."* The onion does what it does. We each must live this way. The small tears you have caused me the days of laughter they are of my own making yet they are yours; you must love the way you … Continue reading The Travelling Onion
Like floats in the holding area, cats sprawl on hardwood, tails flicking. Woman puts her feet on the floor, pushes out of bed, starts to the hallway, rubbing her tousled head. Cats leap into formation, trotting behind, long tails waving, proud victorious flags.