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T. S. Eliot, it seems, is the premier Cat Poet. And so here are some of his cat poems: OLD POSSUM'S BOOK OF PRACTICAL CATS T.S.ELIOT (1...

With Alex and Doug composing le Jazz hot, and the holidays thunked down upon us so completely, with Christmas gone and New Years on the cusp...

Twas the night before the 25th of December All through the house there was crap strewn about The cats were hissing and smacking each other A...

THE LAST RIDE OF 'SKY' CARPENTER Only yesterday there were Carpenters that had gills, flopping up on the dry rugged land, gasping fo...

My grandfather, the artist, Earl "Sky" Carpenter, read my first unpublished novel, an existential Western titled, BLACKTHORN, and ...

SARGE AND I A brown hawk with hot thermals beneath its wings spiraled over us, its darting shadow kissing thousands of dead white logs cast ...

ODE TO OVUM In the beginning I was her prisoner, and I did not love her. I did not even know her in the womb darkness; tiny, warm, with bli...