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Curl up, slumber king, your hot weight atop my breast, holding my soul from untimely departure. Curl up, your purr in my ear and in my dream. Curl up. Don’t listen to that other cat in … Continue reading
~Since I was a total and utter failure at setting up my “CAT POEMS: FOR THE LOVE OF CATS” Giveaway the other day, I decided to run a sale instead. I will revisit the Giveaway site (when I have more … Continue reading
Here is my latest cat poem, “Merry Cat-mas“, published on the Fire Star Blogsite to celebrate the holiday season. And speaking of poems and cats, I have a big surprise coming before the end of the year. It has to … Continue reading
OLD MAU The universe takes notice when Old Mau passes by. Venerable at twenty-one, even the strays don’t come near him. Scrappy Dan goes the other way— No scraps today. Old Mau chases dogs for sport, sinking … Continue reading
There is a fine line between life and death in the cat world. Homeless or rescue, feral or lost or found. It all has to do with having an advocate, someone who speaks for you. Someone who doesn’t speak in … Continue reading
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.