Here is Boa Black falling asleep. After our furnace died, her new favorite place when there isn’t sun or my lap is up on these chairs, which are in the path of the warm air from the new heat pump. She curls up and enjoys the warm air….
Tripping the world, slowly
A site for my creative writing endeavors, writing prompt responses, and experimentation.
Things I should be telling myself
A photographic journey through the North of England, Scotland and Wales
dreary poems and rhymes for short attention spans...
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
A budding doc's attempt at poetry