“Whatsup? Basura Cat said to me, “Not much,” I replied, “What’s up with thee?” “Not a thing,” she casually replied, As we both watched the moon cross over the sky. “It’s quiet,” she said, as I patted her head, "Most of our friends are asleep in their beds." "But you…
He’s a great kid, to me at this age; they’re all kids. He looks at life with a gentle heart. He wants to travel after High School, wants to feel the world. He wants to make a difference. Basura Cat knows my students, a great judge of character. For some…
I've been teaching on Zoom ~ then as the number of COVID-19 cases started to drop, started teaching in person at my home studio. I have a plexiglass divider between my students and me. We're at least 6 feet apart. It's okay, if once the student is seated, that they take off…
It's now September, COVID~19 came in March and has overstayed it's welcome. It's a Mad World right now in many ways, within this time, Sofia has found her passion. She makes things ~ she loves it. She's gifted at it. The following is her story. Sofia And The "She Shed"…
The Adventures Of Basura Continue... My Cat, The Therapist ~ a short poem by me Basura Cat asked me, “Why are you so mad?” "Did I do something wrong, was I being bad?” I stopped what I was doing and sat down for a chat For sometimes, I am not…
He Knew...it's on tape, undeniable, irrefutable...He Knew. It's the worst relationship of my life, the one with him. Feeling trapped, feeling betrayed, saddened by our tolerance for inappropriate behavior. He lies and people say, "Oh well..." It sickens my heart. It's wrong, we had and have the right to know the…
I don’t blame him for the Virus, but I do blame him for not giving us a better fighting chance. We, the people do not need to be coddled; we need the correct information to make the correct choices. 194,462 lives lost and counting He Knew ~ by Katrina Curtiss…
I got up this morning, to find all of today's music lessons cancelled ~ feeling without purpose, I went grocery shopping. It was there, that I found today's purpose. Of the things I was looking to fill, my heart was one. You've Asked Nothing ~ by me She was at…
The Adventures Of Basura Continue... Basura woke me up at 3:30 this morning, not wanting food as usual, but demanding that I play guitar for her. She meows until I comply; it’s an audience of one. My Cat Misses Live Music ~ A short poem by Me Live music is…
This morning, Basura Cat woke me up at 4am. She wanted more than food, she wanted held, sometimes she just needs me. I adore these moments, I hold her close to my chest and sing to her, dance her around the darken living room, just us two. Being the cat…