Grief
My vision is blurred through a haze of tears, and as each sears my cheek, my heart echos the hot cascade in slow wrenching drips. It’s as if a thousand… Read more »
My vision is blurred through a haze of tears, and as each sears my cheek, my heart echos the hot cascade in slow wrenching drips. It’s as if a thousand… Read more »
I have tried THREE TIMES to publish this post, and it hasn’t shown up on the Reader yet. I expect the third time to be the charm. If not, there’s… Read more »
My canine may be crazy, but the pooch has panache. She’s a beautiful bitch.
For the record: I’m somewhat like a cat (insert pussy joke here) in that I don’t like to get dirty (playing dirty is another matter entirely) or (heh) wet. (There are… Read more »