A Black Cat Moment

Dear Spying Soulmate, No. You are not that mucky mouse I’ve been writing about. You’re instead the child in the man that Feathers holds and hugs. Although we both know you’ve been lost for a long time, you are, however, still stuck in a spiritual maze, like a mouse would be. It’s interesting, though, thatContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”

A Black Cat Moment

Dear Spying Soulmate, You stuffed her, didn’t you? Sometime my night, your early morning hour; you did her, didn’t you? Then you finished yourself, stood up, and veered left away from her almost lifeless body. She lay there white-blanketed on your spotless hardwood floor, then turned her neck slowly to my right and gasped forContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”

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”