I am always moving to California on the 12th of every month. I am taking every single thing with me that needs sun. Cats. Music.  Medical marijuana.  Don’t try to …

White cat rests in the sun, still life of impossible beauty. The world comes to him again. It spins his head in sapphire. Grace after grace.  Geese riding the air …

A white cat quiet as God follows the sun around the room. China eyes and a tongue like hickory bark. Moonbeam, shaft of light, why have you chosen us? I …

Comrades!  Let us hew some wood and carry some water.  Nobody knows the trouble a body has seen. That woman’s hips could spin a circle around your life. It’s on …

At the gate they ask for your union card. They ask for a fact sheet. You must have it in writing. At the border.  At the red sign take warning. …