Time to go

Business to do, Nough of pooh on my carpet, Whinny old bastard cats, nough! Got books to sell, Life to be had, Writing, Lost goes to damn fast! Smelling rises hard when cats are pissing and poohing behind my head!

Not a thriver

Lonoliness, I hate it. Need a companion, Not a voice in a GD text, A voice gives content, Love my cats, The kitten room saves me, I’m only here because my friend Judy lived here I hate Iowa, Gay equality only while lining their pockets with money, Iowans cared nothing for our right to wedContinue reading “Not a thriver”

Judy flying on eagles wings,

Adopted, Her sister too, She by me, Best pal, Nevous because like her son I too am gay, Took along time to get it, Love I felt go for Judy was pure sisterly, We met in 2014 playing Words with friends, Neighboring towns, Strength came from pain, Later years no longer coukd walk, I knewContinue reading “Judy flying on eagles wings,”

Not in Kansas,Missouri,or Utah!

Iowa! Remote jobs that exit believe you have to live in their area! The web is seen as a link! Balderdash! Hate Iowa! Iowa’s a faker they ‘Never cared for lgbtq rights they just wasnted the money that might come in with them!‘ That’s why with first change, they lead the pack in tossing outContinue reading “Not in Kansas,Missouri,or Utah!”

Big change

Big move, Aspetation right to the surface like hardboiled eggs, Pat misses her Postville gang, Her home, Everything she put aside to move north, Imagined she’d.spend.oodles of tim .l with her gay son, Eric found the move tasking, and Eric gave up nothing, Pat at seventy eight seemed to envy her mother in law whoContinue reading “Big change”

Talking to the morning wee hours

A friend Adopted family Rare fine, A Horticulturalist,lesbian,book lover, Lost her lady love to Covid, Still fears Mickey might be angry, So many tears, Illness’s came and went, Hand in hand, Love was always there, Covid separated the lovers of thirty-seven years, Ruth was not allowed to sit with Mickey, Nurses would not consent, RuthContinue reading “Talking to the morning wee hours”

Panic sinks in

I finally maneuver down the hall, Sketching of older cats heard the distance of my hall, I’m yelling ‘Shout up!’ Open door, Slip in always is easier in my head, I ho in kitty cans in hand, Two young kittens right beside of me, So, like Fred Flintstone, I set the two small kittens backContinue reading “Panic sinks in”

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