*The thumbnail pic is not my cat. Instead, it is a pic of me as a cat in my preferred location and outfit of choice. Time has lost all meaning. I float in a never-ending circuit of sofa, kitchen, laundry closet. Meals are made from remnants of other meals; a bizarre hot and cold buffet of Christmas leftovers and the occasional fruit and veg to ward off scurvy. The candy and chocolate wrappers fill the trash bin. It doesn’t rain but everything outside is cold […]
Drifting in the post-Christmas, pre-New Year’s no man’s land
A Very Phoenix Christmas: A Phoenix Club novella (The Phoenix Club) by CJ Bishop
A Swan for Christmas: A Winter Romance by M.M. Wilde
