What a strange lot writers are, we questers after the perfect word, the glorious phrase that will somehow make the exquisite avalanche of consciousness sayable.
~Diane Ackerman

 

MY GENEALOGY BLOG

The Downside of Spring

My favorite stanza in the poem I turned in this week for class:

The cats are glad it’s spring.
They shed fur like a bad habit
And puke joy.

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