Tag Archives: cat
She Wanted Me To Tell You
His name is Thomas and it is always Thomas unless it isn’t and unless it is something else entirely something that has always been a backandforth about clarity and light, with starry eyes. He knows this, as fiercely as he … Continue reading
The last of her
She’s on the slab when I walk in; they’re finishing the last of her. I watch them put the tiny french knots at her lips to hold the dimpled smile in place. I run my fingers through what is left … Continue reading
Ashes
You will always be with me now. When I met you and your copper eyes, you were larger than life, your yowl as sharp as any siren’s song. Once heavy enough to rest warm in my arms, now you fit … Continue reading
Fuck writing. Fuck the world. Fuck this, and this, and this, and everything else.
I’m posting today, but it isn’t fiction. Don’t ‘like’ this post, okay? I’m putting my cat to sleep this afternoon. He’s been my best friend of 10 years. My wife bought him for me before she was my wife. If … Continue reading