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    Calico queen

    She rules over rosebush hideouts,rock parapets,and fortified fences. Her silky mixed formstalks the garden at nightwith luminescent emerald eyes. Insatiable and insular,myopic and inscrutable,she rarely revealsher perspective. Confident but cautious,she'll sleuth and slinkshe'll hide,and she'll think,and hardly blink. Mice, she dispenses with.Intruders, she...

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    • Aww she sounds like she has everything under control. Nice;))

    • I love this tribute to the Calico Queen–her confidence, elegance, and sly playfulness leap off the page! She reminds me so much of my tuxedo cat with her gorgeous green eyes — my cat is such a girly girl tho, she leaves the hunting to her big brother, she doesn’t want to get dirty lol. But she rules the house with just as much grace and charm.

      • They do have a charm of their own, don’t they. Thanks for the nice comment, Romaj.

        • I have a tuxedo cat, too, but she is 180 degrees from yours. I can’t blame her though; she’s a rescue who lost an eye due to some terrible treatment. It took two years before she would let me touch her. Now she wakes me by standing on my chest in the morning and bits me if I don’t get up right away. But we love her.

          A very nice write, Tim. I really enjoyed this.

          • Thanks very much FlatDaddy. Cats do have a personality of their own. 🙂

    • I have a male orange tabby who has the mentality of a dog. I’ve had cats all my life, at times, multiples. I love adopting when I can, even the older ones that have a tendency to be overlooked. I don’t believe a house is a home without one – a dog or a cat, or whatever you choose. They all need love, and it seems to me your calico queen has taken over the residence, quite nicely!

    • Thanks for the nice comment, Kelly. 🙂

    • Beautifully penned, Tim. Cats are spectacular companions. Mine passed away a few summers back, a year apart. They lived to the age of 20 & 21 respectively. They seen me at my worst and my best. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • They’re nice little companions to have around. Sorry about yours. Thanks for the comment, Damian. 🙂

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    Week in the Life of an Insomniac's Dreams

    Monday    I travelled through the night to try and find you    Tuesday    Awake in the far away  it could be July or December,  bones rattled under sleeping blankets  like a beggar’s hand cupped to receive silver    Wednesday    Perchance to dream my way back to  the music of our rains  and...

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    • Rob, your poem drifts like a half-remembered dream, tender and yearning. Each day carries longing, memory, and desire. The way you reach for someone across nights and cities is heartbreakingly beautiful. Even sleeplessness feels like a lover in your words.

      Beautifully done

      • Thank you Roma. Life becomes a two-storey building collapse, with past on one level and present on the other. The trick is to navigate through the rubble.

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    • Damn, Sam, you look like a new man! Is it real or is it memorex? or serious plastic surgery? Looking very good, my friend!

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    Tuned In

    I would like to know what your heart beat sounds like as you fall asleep To tune my inhalations to your breaths and maybe feel what it must be like to be so completely yours

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    • Yes, to enclose yourself in another human being…to go all in….to experience the full depth of love is a heavy and emotional experience but one that’s worth it.

    • Thoughts as these are what give dreams life. Indeed. 🌼

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    'No Dad, We Won't Be Home Tonight'

    For eighteen months before   alzheimer’s shred his soul  I trapped my father’s voice  in the answering machine    Palimpsest of tobacco teak  lay over his Nottingham dialect,  did Robin Hood fire similar phonemes  into the deepest of oak?      The familiar sibilants which once read me into  other universes in...

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    • My father had dementia. I have written notes but no answering machine voice which would be really great. You’re lucky. You have some unique writing here. Glad I read this. Good one.

    • I wasn’t expecting the pictures this painted with words. It was so vivid that I could feel those memories even though they weren’t my own.

    • That’s a really moving and powerful piece. The way you capture your father’s voice and the layers of memory, from the “palimpsest of tobacco teak” to the echo of his working life, is just beautiful. It really makes you feel the weight of what’s been lost and the preciousness of that preserved memory.

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