Chick-a-dee-dee-dee & A Rat-Ta-Tat-Tat
Irish is out on the stoop, eye’s half closed, in resting pose. Birds greet the morning light. And I? I sit here in this old wicker armchair of Tim’s, typing away. Typing if only because they say that to one day have any chance at all of attracting that whiff of inspiration, one must show up every day. So here I am. I sit hear … Continue reading Chick-a-dee-dee-dee & A Rat-Ta-Tat-Tat
