Artists in obscurity, part II
We humans are hopelessly “gifted” at flinging our own interpretations and insecurities onto the cats. And so we wring our hands over the overlooked.
Artists in obscurity, part I
True fact: you may, someday, be more renowned than Taylor Swift. Equally true fact: you may labor and love in obscurity for all of your days. Most factual fact: either way, you’re in good company.
Epilogues: March 2019
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
Epilogues: July 2017
Farmers have their markets. Carnies have their carousels. And we, we have our kittens by the quintillions.
Epilogues: May 2017
June is arguably the best of months. It has the Strawberry Moon. It has the promise that you will always be a bride. It has Wonder Woman.*
Musical cats, verse #1: The shy room, except when it isn’t
Plug in your earphones, compadres. It’s time to dance to the music…al cats.
Epilogues: April 2017
April, sweet April, T.S. Eliot had you all wrong. You’re not the cruellest month. You’re not trying to show us fear in a handful of dust.