GAS: Poetry, Art and Music

For We Who love Our Critters Uh-oh. One morning, Grace is walking crooked, head tilted, although the smile upon seeing you is always genui...

  The Last Tattoo It might be that some of us have scars—surgical or experiential—as souvenirs of where we have been. Certainly, as chi...

  Red Mare 30 I am making another Red Mare: This one will be number 30. I have made Red Mare through the years—first just June, now both ...