Cats on the back deck voice hot contention, breaking in on my dreams. I yell for Quiet…
Considering their request, a thought weighs in even as I roll back over: Is God this callous?
Perhaps the Eternal wakes to my own howl, weighs the irritating thought, and rolls back over.
Michael Theroux writes from his cubby-hole home office in Northern California. Michael is presently shifting from decades of developing and publishing science-based socio-political works toward publication of poetry and fiction. Much more satisfying…
Our fever dreams have broken the quiet generosity of creation. Perhaps, if we listen closely, we can hear the howl of the Eternal arching over the din of our modern lifestyle birthright and trying to awaken us to a vulnerability that we can no longer callously roll over and ignore. (50-Words)
Wow. Both “Cats the Black Deck,” and “The Eternal on our Doorstep,” are incredibly thought provoking and beautifully written. Amazing. Well done, Michael and Andrew!
“Back Deck” I meant..