Miss Judy’s Mailbag
Sometimes on The Land of Hatchy Milatchy Miss Judy would read the mail.
Carefully kept notes, maps, and charts strewn about Nia’s side of the library.
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits ain’t never made a man— True, however Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas, done already had at least one Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim.
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…
I ran my bicycle smack dab into the backend of a parked Buick once
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.
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits
ain’t never made a man— True, however
Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas,
done already had at least one
Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim