Basura Cat is stomping her paws, As she points out one of my flaws. She’s so angry, she is so hurt, Finally, these words, she suddenly did blurt. “Lookie, here Missy!” she did have to say, Did you know that it’s National Cat Lady Day? Not a word or syllables…
I’m sorry that I haven’t written before, I didn’t know where to send my letter. But then I realized that you are all around, so my excuse grew frail. I’m sorry for the things we’ve done, what we haven’t and what we should. I cheat truth when I say that…
I want to write tonight, but I know not what about, So many things in my head, I want to scream and shout. I see the bad, I see the good, I see the in-between, I’m torn between a giggle, torn between a scream. Another body fallen, another baby born,…
It started off as one, as I started out my day, Sitting down to write, sitting down to play. The cat meowed; she wanted to sit upon my lap, I was stuck for quite awhile, as she took a winters nap. When finally she jumped down upon the floor, I…
There is a book inside of me that struggles to be free, It’s waiting and waiting and waiting just for me. To shut out the world and sit myself right down, To find the words that wait patiently, desperate to be found. But I am always so busy, doing this…
I have been asked to write an obituary for a close friend. I’m struggling to find words that capture the beauty of her life. “There Are Other Worlds” ©Katrina Curtiss, 4/3/2021 When I die, when I am gone, In other worlds, I will sing my song. From cloud to cloud,…
Basura Cat has quite a surprise, For Miss Sofia, when she opens her eyes. She made a basket full of Easter candy, To make Sofia’s day special and dandy. Chocolate eggs and sugar galore, With a blue bunny, who could ask for more? Basura wanted to say, “I love you,…
I like this picture; I like it a lot, It was taken between lessons, I taught. First piano and then guitar did we learn, It’s how I make the money, I earn. It’s a lovely way to spend my day, Listening to my students play. We tap our feet and…
Everyday I get to make a choice, On which side that I will raise my voice. To judge those with whom I disagree, Or pass them by in compliancy. The guns, the violence it rains it pours, Everyday, seems it’s a little bit more. Just when I think there is…
My students come to learn to play, They must also practice everyday. They cast their eyes down to the ground, When they play and make an awful sound. Did you practice? I ask of them, As they try to play the piece over again. A few minutes here, a few…