Epilogues: March 2019
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
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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.