Feral

I sympathize, but I don’t have it in meto be more than this hissing, spitting creature, recoiling even as I crave to warm myself near you. It has been too many freezing rainy nights in the dark to remember what it’s like to rest in the halo of that fire. Which is not...
Optimism

Optimism

I told you once about the inevitable heat death of the universe, that there is nothing we can do to slow or stop the dissolution of all matter; it is coming. In the meantime, I find no concept that deepens my hunger so well for my share of joy and pleasure and awe. I...
Grifo de California*

Grifo de California*

*The title comes from a painting I saw several years ago by Walton Ford.  I don’t think this poem is actually finished, or particularly good, but I wanted to mark the passing of our P-22 in some way.      We are very clever. We can build our way into...
The Tower

The Tower

This story starts with a Knight of noble Heart and strong will, who wishes to save a Damsel in a Tower, fair and good and kind, And there is a Dragon, circling below— The obstacle the Knight must overcome to achieve his Happy Ending that’s not… This story starts with...

Mosca

like you can pin down into one sentence this circling housefly feeling— Reach out and pinch it by the scruff (Do flies even have necks?) and make a taxonomic study of it. Ah yes, this is a Domestic Shorthair Crush, the kind that burns bright and hot and fades in a...