It’s just an old

It’s just an old alley cat that has followed us all the way home. It hasn’t a star on its forehead, or a silky satiny coat. No proud tiger stripes, no dainty tread, no elegant velvet throat. It’s a splotchy, blotchy city cat, not a pretty cat, a rough little bag of old bones. ‘Beauty,’ … Read more

I dream of giving

I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask: Mother, what was war? Eve Merriam