Poetry posts to follow were written from 2013-2019. Most have been published in anthologies and online literary journals, which I will add the attributions soon. The poems were workshopped in Donna Hilbert's workshop, and I had a lot of great feedback, especially from Sue (oops). The oldest poems were also helped along by the late, great Gerald Locklin (RIP).
I lost my poetic voice in 2020, yet it's giving me a burn inside to attend to expressing some fucked up shit. Sorry in advance.
Pye Biggs is a big 'ole dignified Siamese colored tabby and Tula Belle is a slightly skinny grey long haired tabby, AKA kitty muts. I adopted them 13 months ago.
Pye must be called by his full name, Pye Biggs. Always. He has lived a hard life with medical conditions and no care. He is blind. It is traumatic for him to poop. He runs and cowers and crawls under furniture not meant to be crawled under.
Tula Belle is very dainty and has Bette Davis eyes. I doubt she weighs seven pounds. Consequently, she is very shy. She rubs against Pye Biggs in a parade of devotion. What would she do without him?
