January 19, 2017 “Blurtso looks at the snow” (IX) I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much snow. There’s no use trying to go anywhere. Or trying to do anything. It’s like a day that fell through the calendar, a day without a number. Perfect for a book and a blanket. And another cup of cocoa.
March 21, 2016 “Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XIII) And they gathered before him and said, “Free us.” And Blurtso replied, “You are free.” And they remained where they were, freely.