Early morning is the hour of the cat. He’s always up when I am, oh-four-thirty or so the moon high, waning gibbous today but still enough light to see with…
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Because Free Range Just Tastes Better
Early morning is the hour of the cat. He’s always up when I am, oh-four-thirty or so the moon high, waning gibbous today but still enough light to see with…
Leave a CommentFerlinghetti made spaghettihe probably shared it with his dogvery democratic of himI think he shared it with his dogthough my mom doesn’t think it’s real literaturebut she kind of liked…
Leave a CommentI’ll be your personal poet You be my reader and voice No one else ever need know it We’ll offer no other the choice I’ll be your personal poet I’ll…
Leave a CommentThere is an idea just outside my windowchittering at me scampering around the yard like a mad thingwhich I guess it is. The dog next to me really wants to…
Leave a CommentThey never say good morning. They rarely say good night. They never ask how are you, or, is everything all right?They don’t press about your business as you press on…
Leave a Commentthere is a crack. it was never there beforeit was not there yesterdayyesterday, I was wholetoday, there is a holea gap where once there was togethernessnow there are sides this…
Leave a CommentI’ve seen these hills before, in memories of tales and half-remembered dreams of ages gone. A snow-capped snippet of a textbook childhood, immensely tall from shouldered vantage, urging my father…
Leave a Commentone fry joint looks pretty much another they all really sorta look the same everybody knows you need to work there but no one seems to need to know your…
Leave a CommentThe holidays are jolly, hanging wreathes and hoisting holly with the reindeer and the snowmen standing guard The Christmas season’s calling as the mercury is falling From Baltimore to Boston’s…
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