Note: I stumbled across this older post whilst looking for something else, and I thought it might be fitting for a chilly December night. This is merely a comment that I made on a nostalgic piece that Margo shared on “That Little Voice”, so there’s no real structure, […]
Note: I just hit my NaNoWriMo goal (without even having to stick out my tongue!), and whilst I was decompressing and reflecting on why I do the things I do, I remembered this short bit from back in the day. Not so much with the funny this time, […]
Note: Another snippet from the work-in-progress for NaNoWriMo, this one involving one of our heroines, Tiffany, sharing a lusty dream that may or may not have anything to do with the plot… “I had barely pulled the beauty mask over my eyes when the dream began. If […]
A shocking example of climate change, through the eyes of a feline… Hi, People with two legs! It’s me, Scotch the cat. I’m on Daddy’s toplap again, the thing I’m not supposed to be on, like the kitchen table and stuff that can break, but I don’t think […]
Deep in thought, Buster contemplated the complexity of his existence. Why does the sofa behind me seem oddly placed? What are those tassels all about? Does something extraordinary happen when you pull them? Where are all the other guests? Did I miss an important signal from the host? […]
Storms have rolled in once again. This is rather annoying, because it’s near the end of July and by this time in Texas we should be done with all that mess. July and August are the months when a high-pressure cell typically plunks its ass right over the […]
Damn, I couldn’t believe it had gotten this bad so quickly. The last time I had dropped in, dragging my wheeled picnic basket, the park had been filled with people, many dots of color, the smaller ones dashing about and scream-giggling, the larger ones more controlled, lounging on […]
Sometimes the story is not important, only an image, and some random graffiti, and the happenstance of being in a certain place and time, stumbling across the echoes of others, a thread of connection, wispy, vague, hinting and nudging…
Poetry can be a delicate thing, with each word, even the placement of such words, often having a very specific reason for being. The balance can be fragile, easily tipped, yet very strong when rooted properly. Likewise, featuring the work of a poet has similar perils. The mere […]
Note: Although I highly recommend each of the books in this ongoing series, these posts are not meant to be highbrow, clinical dissertations on the works in question, with scholarly commentary on thematic greatness or the brilliant use of a split infinitive in the fourth paragraph of […]
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