Tag Archives: Anne Pinkerton

The grey cat is dying on the couch, Which I am starting to have a hard time Watching, so I go outside And in the cool dark, nestled In the neighbor’s grass— What’s in your mouth, The dog found a … Continue reading →

At my kitchen window— A female, because she’s clad more in olive Than yellow, has shown up. No, More than appeared, She’s even tapped the glass with her beak— I’ve heard her from the next room, She wants my attention, … Continue reading →

So many things change but the sad sound of a train whistle in the distance late at night, coming at me thru the trees, over the sound of cars is the same distinct tenor as when I was a girl … Continue reading →