Warm dog breath exhales. The fresh scent of cat litter slurps out with her love. . Dreaming of cesspools, the disquieted mind wakes to sparkle-smile eyes. . Half asleep I say, “such… Continue reading
Some days it seems as if nothing is sacred.
Do flowers forgive our careless human footsteps shortening their lives?
Wordless Wednesday p.s.: Don’t you think every writer needs 1/2 a mouse, a hairy keyboard, and a cat scan monitoring brain function?