The Seven Sisters (The Pleiades) over Resa’s Golden Wolf Tree
The porcupine I almost stepped on when we took Jake out on a walk after dark last night.
The Pleiades rising over the Sandias
Sand dunes in the night sky
Sunrise
Der Hund von Bosqueville
Belafonte checking out the washing machine
Loki: “I thought you washed Belafonte!”
Sunset
Dusk
Gwendolyn contemplating dark matter in the black cosmic cativerse through dangling folds of dark laundry above Cthulhu lounging on the couch.
I have another poem published on MasticadoresUSA. You can read it at MasticadoresUsa // Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton. Thanks, Gabriela.
Silver was helping me at the clothesline when had an existential experience with a persistence of clothespins.
Intermission: If you were curious about what the inside of my pocket looks like. Now you know.
Spunk helping with laundry.
Off Center & Not Even 