The First Night The first night, in any new place is always the hardest. You've got to get used to the new mattress, or couch, or floor you're sleeping on. Getting used to the sounds of the building. The nightlife... Continue Reading →
Me, Bukowski, and Our Cats This cat was always around me, it didn't leave me alone. And, most times, I didn't mind. It just quietly prowled the room, and then found a place to curl up and sleep. I remember... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 