The Dust Of Long Dead Sheep

It’s always time for the rodeo when I’ve accepted the fetal position as a way of life for fear of putting on the clown suit. Doubt comes barging in like a mad cocaine pirate that I welcome on-board with streamers, ribbons and balloons as my dreams vacuously congeal into dried husks so often that I […]

Dozy Cat

Dozy cat purring mound of fur yawning on my belly all paws whiskers and a barbell moustache smile. It stretches out with laughing eyes and returns to sleep with enviable speed.