Poem: Good Bones by Maggie Smith

Good Bones Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children.... Continue Reading →


I shed blood now you want to declaw me but no one can keep me from what I am naturally - B. Brown (art: Petit Chat Siamois, Theophile Steinlen, 1914)

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