Daily Archives: February 8, 2009

Dear regrets, I don’t own you.  I won’t even keep you  in the garage next to  the cob web covered  gas cans.  I don’t understand how  people, so many people,  hang onto you by their  teeth—like some masterful  trapeze act–swinging … Continue reading →

Dorothy’s house landed in Oz. She had lunch with the munchkins, a steady diet of pills.   She met the scarecrow with no brain, the tin man with no heart, and the lion with no courage, then blacked out in … Continue reading →