Archive | May, 2005

Dying Baby Bird

This is not a pleasant story. and yet, this story is very me. and so I will tell this story as honestly as I possibly can. “Loooooooooooooooooooooorieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen?!” My grandmother was calling me from her back deck. I ran down the stairs and outside my aparment to find her leaning over the side. “Q.T. [the cat, […]