Forty Months Twenty Seven Days
Long Live The Queen!
“Oh, no. Not at all. No, I certainly don’t see or hear things that others don’t,” he said to his new therapist, “but I swear on my dragon’s pajamas that my cat just saw a ghost.”
Long Live The Queen!
We’ll edit later says a poet to a painter, now let’s go paint.
Some lyrics in search of a bass line at the Nutjobbers’ Ball.
I had a dream last night that one of my cats took me across a bridge to a whole world of lost things. There were socks and keys everywhere!
Musie, Stop it! Thank you, but stop it, please. That’s more than enough reading for me.
Dear Josephine, The bridges. Are you seeing them? What do they mean? What are The Dragons to The Queen? Sledgehammers & spikes are heavy.
I got busted at the symphony last week!
Does an empire become a caricature of itself before its fall?
Here’s a letter in progress. Here’s an unfinished thought. Here’s an ink, pencil, & paper writing prompt:
How many cupholders have you?