Exile is an alien concept; I think I should need to sink deep roots into a place, Tangle my memories with the history of my land, my country, To be able to say, This is my past, right here, this was where I used to be. I do not have deep roots. Not for lack of trying, for I am always wishing to have a place That means real and mine That cannot be replicated elsewhere Some call it a home; I do not recognize Such a thing. In the place of home, I have my used to be, This used to

I forgot to post my August writing prompts (they have just been sent out) because I haven't been able to sleep much. My little old lady of a cat, Mon, is ill. In late June, we had to take her in to the vet, and we found an infection in her gum as well as a tumor. The infection has been dealt with, but the tumor is already in her jaw. Neither my partner nor I wished for Mon to suffer the pain of more surgery, given that to remove the tumor would mean she has to lose most of he