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A cat's sleeping warmth,
curled tight against my stomach,
small furnace breathing.
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Tim Carmichael
Tim is an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. He writes about rural life, family, and the places he grew up around. His poetry and essays have appeared in Beautiful and Brutal Things, his latest book.
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
My idea of warmth! love it
"A small furnace breathing" is spot on. This is how I feel about my super senior cat, a 17-year-old Mainecoon mix. He purrs super loud and is the perfect winter snuggle buddy.
Beautifully-crafted Tim!
Awww, that's so sweet. Loved your Haiku!