The winter child, matchstick in hand, Marched through the bitter frost; Hunted the warmth, feeling unloved, Burned down the village croft.
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A Black Cat Moment
The simplified story showed southerners fought for economic preservation while northerners fought for economic expansion. Eventually, the curse of slavery enmeshed in the sins of those grey and blue ancestors would settle the score at its final resting place–Gettysburg. Their dead flesh received no eulogy, no casket, no white lilies, no heirlooms, and no formalContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment
Dear Karmic Lover, You’ve been silent lately. What’s the matter? Why are you hiding? Cat’s got your tongue? Huh? I can’t hear you. Don’t want to hear you. Don’t want to look at you. No. It’s not that. It’s your face I can’t forgive. Each time I’m forced to see your face, my soul continuesContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment: Karmic Lover
Eat of his crumbs, whirl watercolor passions to his bursts of fury.
A Black Cat Moment
Dear Karmic Lover, No. You can’t use mirror magic to dispel, break and invalidate a soul contract. Just because you can see him and me through your black glass doesn’t make our soul contract bendable. You fail to accept the control a God-bond authorizes.
A Black Cat Moment
I know I’ve been away several days now. Some know that running motif in my life that as the Black Cat I have lived by and know all too well. That is, the Black Cat returns. No, I’m not referring to that time, that year, when I returned home to my ancestral place, Salem, Massachusetts.Continue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment
The plump, mucky mouse is lost in my maze.
A Black Cat Moment
There’s this traveling bullet, yawing and clawing, slowly spinning to its right. It’s learning to find its fine flight, yet still troubled by where to land.
A Black Cat Moment
There’s this mucky mouse, see, that thinks it’s a rat, see, been playing with me, see, striving to escape, see, waking from its nap, see, soons finds out it’s trapped, see.
A Black Cat Moment
I once ate a rat. It was eight inches long. It took me three years to swallow it whole. I licked its dried up blood off my left paw during its funeral.
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