Every day a Memorial Day
Gasp at fireworks. Squiggle veggie dogs with catsup. Frolic through the sprinkler. Give thanks. Just remember: at Tabby’s Place, every day is Memorial Day.
Forever Loved: Photini
Your life was astounding, but you knew all the answers. Your name meant “enlightened one,” but you wore it lightly.
As long as we have light
When you are full of light, you are not afraid to fall. When you are Photini, you are not afraid, full stop.
Epilogues: August 2023
There must be some hidden hoard of helium in the walls of Tabby’s Place. How else to explain the ups and downs of August, our hearts bobbing like airships?
Very large heart
Bodies are despotic toddlers. While lovers and dreamers pluck harps about hearts, atria and ventricles are stubbornly physical. No volume of poetry can coax the body out of being so dang…bodily.
Epilogues: June 2023
Ask the experts: did we fail or prevail at Tabby’s Place this June? Any month involving the Strawberry Moon would seem a guaranteed success. But the experts are not so sure.