When the noise is too much.

I want to work a little to swim out past the pea-soup fog to get clear. I want to look over my shoulder and see definitively the smog left. behind. I want to head upstream past the sad remains of yesterday’s convenience of accidental casualties of tomorrow’s nightmare. Enough. There are still springs cold as... Continue Reading →

Zeke

Zeke ate a mouse the other day. Bit the head right off. Zeke is the name of our neighbor's 7-year-old son, but fortunately, he does not come into this story. Zeke also happens to be the name of a very fluffy black cat that has adopted us. I am not a cat person. I hear... Continue Reading →

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