When everything is going so well until you just stop for a second...

I am a fan of the topical poem, but rarely succeed in transcending the ephemeral nature of such things. Most likely I haven't here, but I'm fond of this one, nonetheless.

The kindness of a cat who really knew where it was at .

Plot idea. Woman gets onto bus

A story I wrote a few years ago and just found on my old computer

I stopped outside my old apartment, wondering if it was still empty, still for sale.

"Well," she said, giggling, twirling a strand of hair on her finger as she talked to the tall man in front of her, "you could always come back to my place."

There's this little, black cat that comes into my garden. She plays with the wild flowers, tiny violet petals on long stems, primordial wands of green. Delicately, she paws them and runs her