I worry that I am too old to have cats...that I am not playful enough...but the presence of a cat or two in my life is sheer joy and I have it arranged that should anything happen to me....That having been said I lost one of my cats for a moment and panicked. Had he escaped into that hall he is so curious about and I hadn't noticed. So I took the house apart whilst he watched!

Anything too stupid to be said should be sung.

Imagine being the artistic director of the Summer Writing Program of Naropa University's Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics?

Some messages are worth repeating:

Whispered message

of each new wrinkle:

Rejoice! You’re still here.

On the topic of poetry:

Like a piece

of ice on a

  hot stove

    the poem

must ride on

       its own

   melting.

Robert Frost

Ironically...that is a complete sentence!!

If I had the time, I would go back through my blog just to make sure I'm not repeating my pictures and words...but I don't have the time at the moment...and I have to catch up since my goal is to make 365 entries this year...This time it's the sky I'm looking at...not the cheetah...and a quote stolen from Pinterest:

Poetry is a story that is so good it doesn’t need complete sentences.

My friend is in Africa at the moment doing the Safari that I did over ten years ago. We have the same pictures. I know that seems impossible...but it is so...the same animals are posing! I never thought I would go to Africa the first time around...I never thought I would want to return but I do...her pictures make me yearn for that experience once more...