Wallflowers & Trapdoors
Flash. Bang. Shadows lingering.
“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.”
Flash. Bang. Shadows lingering.
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.