Forever Loved: Unicorn
I’m sorry, NASA. Forgive us, Planetary Society. But there is no “path of totality.” We have this on authority greater than Galileo. Her name was Unicorn.
GOATs on the road
Once you have been loved, you can do almost anything. You can string the universe together by sheer force of cheese. You can command all the laps in New Jersey. You can receive 98% of the vote, all precincts reporting, and enact Burritos For All on your first day in office. But there is one […]
To see is to cherish
“Cherish the kittens.” It seems obvious. Obvious enough to be absurd. Obvious enough to be obscene. But then again, you and I are covered in eyes.
Installing a peacemaker
A heart can break and break and break, but still live off a hidden wholeness. For this to happen, you must install a peacemaker.
Tom dreams
Have you ever watched a cat turn into an acrobat in his sleep? Unaware of his own powers, he arcs like elbow macaroni. He spreads his arms as though he’s trying to hug the horizon. He joins synchronized swimmers from some celestial deep end. His whiskers laugh at their own jokes. His eyelids tell you […]
Epilogues: March 2024
Oh, March, you month of missed opportunities. You talk about lions, lambs, and leprechauns, but you overlook the one creature on earth who is simultaneously all three. You make much of March Madness, but dribble right past its experts. Kittens, March! Cherish the Kittens!
Somebody named Io
When nobody knows your name, you cock your ear at every small sound. Could that be the call? Might those be the syllables that circle you at last? When nobody knows your name, you’re still somebody.
Decision 2024
We will not be covering the US Presidential Election on this blog. This is a selfish decision on my part, I know. But my hobbies include “avoiding panic attacks” and “not getting fired,” so here we are. Also, the cats’ preferred candidate already dropped out, by whom of course I mean Hulk Hogan. We will, […]
Spring-loaded
Spring is eleven days old. Spring folds winter in its apron, like warm bread for later. Spring bears more than a passing resemblance to Tabby’s Place.