Chat Noir
I met up with my chat noir after one year, same spot, same witching hour, same infinity looping…coincident? I think not. Reposting this, one year and 28 days later on the cusp of a new moon…must be the season of … Continue reading
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I’m Listening
I do not know all that I need to know about making a baklava, nor am I aware of the last discovery that has been made of this decadent delicacy. But I listen to the soft whisper and the unknown … Continue reading
Tossed Waters.
Most feathered friends have taken off in flocks heading south by now. I read this poem and thought of them…wish I were in their feathers right about now, weary, tender and happy to be soaring with friends sans regrets to … Continue reading
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