Kick Pedals, Commas & Spec Fluids
I was just thinking…kick pedals & a throne.
“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.”
I was just thinking…kick pedals & a throne.
Enole ‘ni Mari, Seta vere ner. We made it. Anything that was not rock— the beautiful red rock— enferranti nisevia sim ci ne! as brilliant and jeweled a red as ever— was scattered about and touched by flame. I collected one of your looking glasses, one you kept on a …
Leaning on the end of the mantel in Ms. Stein’s parlor.
Roadtrip anyone?
Happy Birthday, Musie!
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.