S. Kay

I get a mocha to go, taking it to a Pacific park, thinking about food and art as I pass a fish taco stand's orca mural and a t-shirt shop.   Flowers ...

Soft grey dusk slowly fades into the dark depths of the ocean cove. A lone motorboat speeds across choppy water.   The Canadian boat pulls up to a pr...

I found out that a gang of superstitious teens plotted to kill my black cats at Halloween, and had to do something to protect them. I bathed my dark kittehs,...

Celery, carrot sticks, pickles. Shocked, she read about a friend's death on Facebook. Diagnosed with cancer two weeks earlier, it was a swift, awful demise. ...

Hope, Lit Up   "Carpe diem," they said, so she lived as though every day was her last, and every hello was really a goodbye. Impermanence became a mott...

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