The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Poem: The Noticed
by Regis Boff
It is deserved that we each are noticed now when we kill.
For soldiers have sacrificed and died neglected,
For so very a long time.
It is a novel time of little murders.
No trumpets or uniforms starched.
And no bands will march and play
No histories will recall or iron generals sculptured
for kids to climb on shooting
each other with their fingers loaded
Now there will be no end.
For every soul has become an army.
Charging up hills upon the unsuspecting