All night long the cat has wailed, Halting the darkness in its trails; I have groped and gulped water and peed, Turned and tossed in my bed and quailed. The kitten was young and its queries small, The wheels that…
A Mélange of memoirs, fiction, short stories, verses, book reviews and uncorked angst.
All night long the cat has wailed, Halting the darkness in its trails; I have groped and gulped water and peed, Turned and tossed in my bed and quailed. The kitten was young and its queries small, The wheels that…