Monthly Archives: April 2014

Goodbye, horses.

Our new downstairs neighbor is just about as obsessed with farming Monarch butterflies as Jame Gumb was with Death’s Head moths.


I’m starting to wonder if she’s got a fat girl in a well down there.

Spring, sprang, sprung.


Spring, the sweet spring, when pollen is the king.
Of my itchy nose and watery eyes.
I would tell you how awesome springtime is…if I could breathe or talk.