Miss Judy’s Mailbag
Sometimes on The Land of Hatchy Milatchy Miss Judy would read the mail.
Letters give, snakes take.
Sometimes on The Land of Hatchy Milatchy Miss Judy would read the mail.
Sidewalk sessions in Asheville.
(Truckstop Postcards, Part II)
Turista d’la Bohemia but in Appalachia with a funky playlist.
Here’s a letter in progress. Here’s an unfinished thought. Here’s an ink, pencil, & paper writing prompt:
I’d recommend an epipen if you think spider bites might rile your allergies.
Musie, Happy Birthday! Sorry for the commas; trying to get my claws anchored into something…
–What time is it?
—Who’s asking?
Mari, Mari the stars have gone out!
Please send us a thread…
Went shootin’ carp in the park with Cupid. O, Musie, what fun!
A word with no twig is a bird.
…And my inner child’s none too sparky about it neither but I went to write my grandfather a letter last week and Candy is down, shamefully, down due to neglect.