I am in here.
The way the clock is always in the same position when you wake however long you’ve slept. The way your head is positioned: you can only see the clock and a window which is also a clock orange and yellow for day and then closed off by the black. Technorati Tags: poetry, poem
I gotta get a life. Technorati Tags: cat, cat blogging, puppy
August is the time most defined by the sound of the crickets, and the few out-of-turn cicadas that we get each year. Last Friday, on our walk, Dee and I found a dead, flat cicada, which I actually took a picture of. I find the sound soothing, but on a higher level, it’s urgent. The … Continue reading Cicadas and August
Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house. — John Cheever Technorati Tags: fear, qotd
white pebble 