Postcards From Gomorrah

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Our poor old dog Haley is blind, nealy deaf, and can barely walk. She spends a great deal of her waking hours unsettled, pacing, and wandering - as if looking for the perfect place to rest - and never finds it. I dedicated the line "I'm standing where I don't want to be" to Haley. Then I tried to think of a place where I'd rather not be standing  and pictured a seedy, grimy, decaying "urban Gomorrah."

My mind works in strange ways sometimes. The rest of the time I'm just nuts.