I've recently moved from the frozen North to the sodden Northwest. At least I still have a cat named Sunny! My daughter and I write while perched in trees with spotted owls. I find new inspiration in mud puddles.
My passion is ...
the inner life of moss
I know too much about ...
the contents of my cat's stomach
My parents always told me ...
marry rich
My childhood ambition ...
was to play baseball
My favorite memory ...
is a house surrounded by alley cats
Why I write ...
is because I am socially retarded
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
is biographies of the eccentric, old French movies, early Bob Dylan
My first job ...
was a feeder at a nursing home
My best moment ...
is whenever I find the right words
My inspiration ...
my parents, daughter, and deceased guinea pig
The morning I went away
the sky rained tears
Said you'd take me to the airport but you had too many beers
Taxi in the driveway, lemon yellow
Ducked the warm cage of your arms, goodbye
remembering hello
at a dive bar where it was always twilight and I wore black
A flower from the rose man, you looked at me from under your hat
The cab driver wanted to chat
but I had no words, emptied out
My cat, her eyes,
huge, frightened, blue as Spanish skies
Vomit in her cage
Full of doubt
My life is raw, unknown, everything formless, new
Walk into bars
without you
Potato chip breath men ...
More..Andrea Kreidler
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