Paradise is lying on a couch curled under a big blanket, uncaring about the future, with two cats playing nearby, two laptops looking at one, one of them playing good music, tea and canned peaches nearby, a stick of myrrh burning, and a good book on one's lap, all while the pleasant sound of rain comes in through a nearby window. Paradise also leads to run-on sentences.
For Pi Day Today/To Eat and Park With A Friend/Ate More Than My Fill
The home has roots, the wind beats its retreat to the corners of my realm.The garden in back is very pretty, as I pretend to be duke.The sky is warm…
A chair. My eyes move open, the sound of ten thousand raindrops, beads moving across a table, pearls or cheap gems, their surface carelessly…