The Death of a Mouse

His friends said he had a keen sense of smell, a distinction that helped satisfy his weakness for goldfish crackers. After gorging himself on several handfuls of the discarded snack he would often curl up for a nap on the plush floorboard of the white SUV as opposed to the open field behind the house. He was an urban rodent in that sense.…


Drought Intolerant

Rain dance with me, won’t you? I miss the time spent here with you. This creative space where we swap stories and pictures; where bits of our lives bleed through and mingle in the ether. I have every intention of returning. Life continues to be a precarious tight rope act but should be less so in the weeks ahead. Warm…


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