The following was written by me as a comment on this post at Peanuts and Bubblegum, a really neat and fun blog: I look at it a bit like this — and of course, there’s no need for you to agree — we are each sending out spotlights to see what’s out...

I’m in high school again. I don’t know how I got here nor do I want to be here. There are aliens all around hidden from humans under masks and I’m never quite sure but think I might be one. I move about the hallways moving around the...

A mouse moving under the carpet a small lump, cartoonish a white mouse in a cage always safe, well fed but always restless it sticks its nose between the bars and rubs till its nose is sore and red, even scarred it gnaws on the bars of the...

These dreams are flighty things. I awake and wonder if I’ve had them a puzzle a box without a key a single thought leads to a chain then there is a string of memories. I’m in a big white house a familiar house my house yet I never lived...

Kitty, As you write so many kind comments on this blog, I feel I must share this with you. A lot of people who play with words probably think of themselves as expressionists. They are trying to reach down deep and describe what’s truly there. I would...