My beautiful cat Momo got sick earlier in the year, right about when Covid-19 started, so I joked with twisted humor that it was the Momovirus. In March, I found out her kidneys are failing, so as usual*, she and I addressed our fear with song. With thanks to the …
In my dream Florida,The waves gather,and the porpoises play among themin pods whose numbers are impossible to count.In my ideal Florida,people gather to watch from sand unsullied by tiresin front of long unbroken dunes,and sandy shacks that blow away in the next hurricanethe only dwellings.In my Florida,We don’t fear theapocalypses …
I wrote a little blues song for Lady Momo. She sang it, and I recorded it. If you want to hear, you can download the .m4a file here: The Cat-Car Blues. If you’re a real glutton for punishment, the chorus is here: The Cat-Car Blues Chorus. The Cat-Car Blues Mama, …
As you tell a story of second bloominga spark of gold flickers and hoversover your hip Soon, in the path of your laughterswirls a convention of fireflies Then, as you gather your scarf a blaze of tiny stars stream outand in your wakesweeps a comet’s tail. — I saw your …
