Category Archives: Secret Soul
Faraway Night rises up from the ponderous earth into the singing stars and flies. Beneath her cat-wings, the world is going through metamorphosis. Cities unfurl into hills and dells. Their electric chaos winks out like candle flames. A steeple … Continue reading
Poet Vargus Pike told me that a person who has written a poem is a poet. As I’m pulled more and more into writing (thinking, humming, singing) cat poetry, I have to wonder if that’s true. When I think of … Continue reading
First it comes, a little sooner every day: The darkness. Loom of gloom eclipsing summer, eating it, bite by bite as we scramble in denial, pretending not to notice that again the seasons are changing.
Tyler He is a long cat with long legs, with a long back and a long tail His face has grown long, as old cats do. His ears are long to twitch and turn and tune to the … Continue reading
Here is my latest blog on Firestar Press: CAT POETRY.
I’ve been trying my hand at cat poetry. I’ve written people poetry for as long as I can remember, but nothing about cats. Why not? Lately I’ve come upon a significant amount of cat poetry and it has caught my … Continue reading
I always write out my blogs before I post them, but TODAY IS THE EXCEPTION. I’ve tried putting the significance of today out of my mind, concentrating on my participation in the Women’s March tomorrow as a stand I … Continue reading
Faraway Night sits tall on a rooftop overlooking the city. From her place, the town looks lovely, a blaze of twinkling, shining lights, but the small cat knows better. She knows the city streets are filled with strangers mired in … Continue reading