I found her curled beneath a creosote bush, three miles out, where no one ever goes. Her parched lips mouthed, "I knew you'd come." I nursed her in my shelter, beneath the red stone cliff. Water first, in tiny sips, then slowly bits of food. At nightfall...
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kistinspencil
Over 90 days ago
California,
About
I used to work as a university bio science archivist, but gave up my position in 2019. Now I am a wandering photographer and occasional author, mostly on the sister site. I am unattached, socially withdrawn, and live with a cat named Miss Pixel.
Interests
Wildlife photography, CA horticulture, writing, craft beer
Favorite Authors
Richard Dawkins, Douglas Adams, Lewis Carrol, Jonathan Swift, Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, Philip K. Dick, Borges, et al
Favorite Movies
Seldom watch them
Favorite TV Shows
Never had a TV growing up, don't have one now.
Favorite Music
Any blues, but especially Stevie Ray Vaughn, Johnny Lee, Freddie King, Anna Popovich, Shemekia Copeland, Bonnie Raitt... okay, it's a long list. My father was in the biz and I started going to blues shows when I was ten, much to my mother's horror.
Interests
Wildlife photography, CA horticulture, writing, craft beer
Favorite Authors
Richard Dawkins, Douglas Adams, Lewis Carrol, Jonathan Swift, Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, Philip K. Dick, Borges, et al
Favorite Movies
Seldom watch them
Favorite TV Shows
Never had a TV growing up, don't have one now.
Favorite Music
Any blues, but especially Stevie Ray Vaughn, Johnny Lee, Freddie King, Anna Popovich, Shemekia Copeland, Bonnie Raitt... okay, it's a long list. My father was in the biz and I started going to blues shows when I was ten, much to my mother's horror.
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My mind is filled with poisons hemlock cork-stopped knackered bottles snakeroot each filled with words that burn mandrake and smother and sharply bite foxglove what once was pure and live monkshood that's dying now between us ...
Forty-six years ago, Bobby opened the doors and let us in. Battered and peeling even then, it was our sanctuary of truth. We learned fast to come and go in groups on its sketchy street and did we ever. The music was loud, the drinks cheap, and the light l...
Interests
Art
Cooking
Photography
Reading
Writing