OK I did expect a play about mental illness - that's how it's advertised after all. I've known Dan Berkey for many years, since 1993 to be exact when we met at a poetry reading. We've been in touch on and off since then and more often now that we've discovered the pleasures of email.
I am Dan Berkey a schizophrenic actor in remission he announces as though we were all together at an AA meeting. Hi I'm Joy and I'm crazy too which most of us are but how many of us have spent time in the psych ward being evaluated and treated and let go again and come in again and again. Some of us slip by this maneuver by the hairs in our nose - we manage not to be there, but somehow this play makes me feel like I signed up for a degree in craziness please, which in some ways I feel I have but not purposefully or at least consciously. I just am crazy enough to be a magnet for people who need help and seem to have a natural ease to understanding their dilemma.
Berkey jumps through so many hoops and has so much energy it unnerves the audience, puts us on edge as he sits on the ledge ready to hedge through the next interlude minus the quaaludes that used to be so popular in the 60's. He leads us through his life showing us what it's like to hear voices and drink to suppress the voices but instead in Berkey's head - alcohol only serves to make the voices more rambunctious. I sat on the edge of my seat as Berkey announced he "would touch" us which he clearly intended to do physically mentally and emotionally. I longed for his touch and dreaded it in the same breath just as he predicted I would.
He exposes his childhood calamities and what appears to be a childhood rape but it's unclear as to whether the rape is real or imagined. He lies on the ground humping the floor and speaking to someone asking them to stop then threatening to tell mommy. The other voice threatens back and his resistance to tell is quelled. In my head I'll go for this is real and the culprit is obviously someone very close - family or close friend. How do I know this? Because I've spoken to over a hundred abused kids, many of them sexually abused by their step dads, uncles, or mom's trusted boyfriend. This particular issue is enough to make me cram my fingers down my throat. While working I got so I could just meet a teen and know she'd been sexually abused. Eventually this work became too painful for me and to make it through my last five years at the Department of Education I had to switch to pre-k - 3 to 5 year olds. Not that they aren't abused but not to the same extent as older children nor are they as verbal as their teen counterparts.
Why did I want to see this play? Because all my life I've worked with and helped people with problems. Forget about the diagnosis - Diagnosis -shmiagnosis. I can talk about that too but that is never what interested me. What always did interest me was motivation and introspection. I find the I in others and examine myself there and there's the rub and fascination. If we can find the whys of our behavior we have a chance of understanding the whys of others.
We were brought full circle as Berkey finally let his pain go along with his medication and alcohol abuse. He chose to be alive be healthy and to be in remission. If he had kept drinking he would've been dead by now. Not only was his liver fucked but he had pancreatitis too and we can't live without those two organs.
Does that mean one chooses to be ill or chooses to be schizophrenic? I think not but I think Dan Berkey has a point about it being in the best interest of the medical profession to keep the ill ill because that is what maintains them - not recovery. I asked Dan if he thought stress had anything to do with his remission and as far as he is concerned it's a mystery where recovery comes from and where illness goes, but his healthy lifestyle combined with clean intent with meditation and yoga practice are certainly factors that help reduce stress. Another factor that influenced his remission is his attitude of letting the pain go, letting the illness go, letting the voices go ... well if you let go of things - those things can no longer influence or control you.
Riveted to Berkey's voice as he took us through his adventures, his sex addiction his alcoholism his bike messengering job and through his successful acting career, I watched him fly through the air, do somersaults, share his inner tumult, and swing right back into the rhythm of himself as naturally as a dog shakes off snow from the winter storm and curls up by a warm fire inside himself. His props are quite creative and strangely believable, especially the bike I imagine I saw him riding, but it's actually strapped to his head and chest as he runs around the stage - showing us another page in the life of ... whoever is running inside my or your head, please make them stop - it's getting sore from being trampled on. His message is loud and clear. We do need to be our brother's keeper.
I know, I'll go do some yoga eat a double nut fudge sundae and watch the fringe while contemplating on the me in me and the me in you and the you in me and us together in society.
Seriously folks, there's only one show left this coming Tuesday and if you're in New York or plan to be and have any interest in the subject matter - go see Dan Berkey in Remission at PS 122. When you're through you can visit Enchantments across the street and pick up some candles and incense like I did.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
award winning poetry sites
These are the last 5 awards I received plus a great place to check out many other poets:
1. http://www.onlineschools.org/top_poetry/#Joy_Leftows_Poetry_Blog Winners for your 2010 Top 35 Poetry Blogs award were announced on July 8, 2010.
2. http://www.guidetoartschools.com/tips-and-tools/poetry-blogs the top 40 poetry blogs on the web, May 2010
3. http://www.accreditedonlinecolleges.com/blog/2010/100-best-poetry-blogs/ link now dead because they do not publish this any more
100 Best Poetry Blogs listed under female poets.
4. http://www.onlinecolleges.net/2009/10/05/100-great-web-sites-for-poetry-lovers/ listed with 20 other blogs
5. Kreative Blogger Award The Seven Kreativ Blogger Awards May 2009
Joy's Poetry Blog - Joy Leftow is an inspiring and intuitive poetess who is also capable of lampooning or exposing society for its ills and shortcomings, she also provides insight into a host of important topics to the contemporary world.
1. http://www.onlineschools.org/top_poetry/#Joy_Leftows_Poetry_Blog Winners for your 2010 Top 35 Poetry Blogs award were announced on July 8, 2010.
2. http://www.guidetoartschools.com/tips-and-tools/poetry-blogs the top 40 poetry blogs on the web, May 2010
3. http://www.accreditedonlinecolleges.com/blog/2010/100-best-poetry-blogs/ link now dead because they do not publish this any more
100 Best Poetry Blogs listed under female poets.
4. http://www.onlinecolleges.net/2009/10/05/100-great-web-sites-for-poetry-lovers/ listed with 20 other blogs
5. Kreative Blogger Award The Seven Kreativ Blogger Awards May 2009

Saturday, May 08, 2010
Joyce Kilmer save me please - we got history
The dead stay talking to me I feel as helpless as a tree
They speak through to me
and I’m definitely not a tree
and they are most definitely dead
I’m forced to be an embossed embassy another Berlin a magnet for their raw charms or languished cries
Explaining longings telling me where he expected to be if it weren’t for this one little thing but in my dream he didn’t know he was dead he was a wannabe alive guy
Hats off to Manny
telling me his plans like everybody else
Voices vicariously strewn like spring flowers falling from boughs outside my window
The scent of dead flowers buries itself deep in my veins
I breathe it out and in
I am I am a tree
Voices from the past exist in my head I ask for more put them on play - replay fast forward exit start over again and again
The hypothesis of life over again replay
A come hither look
Think deeper
From way back to before birth infancy a fantasy I’m torn in two
Should I stay or should I go a lifetime of going ahead
instead of staying and regretting is what I do best at my own behest
I’m challenged trumped set ahead to go make that next jump if not literally than figuratively
In my head I jump a hump
Ahead to where I don’t know where I am or how I got here
Yet here I stand
A tight bright white light goes off fast in my head flashing faster red green green red yellow stop on yellow hit those brakes or barrel through it
Careful take the next step and do it
Just call me
Crashing catastrophe meets the coroner on the corner for the very last time
A shout out to Ninua at facebook's networked blogs for their tireless energy and help in keeping these blogs organized. If you're on fb so should your blog be!
A shout out to Bob at Apple for helping me solve the mystery with his tenacity and alacrity. I love apple.
A shout out to my readers: this blog is for you, the you inside that hurts and wonders about the way we choose constantly - the you and me who seeks more...
my writing is me - what you get is what you see
Joyce Kilmer and Robert Frost were the first poets I memorized in elementary school. They both wrote short poems. Even back then my mind jumped a lot and memorization was difficult. Ironically I can recall words from ancient conversations at will.
They speak through to me
and I’m definitely not a tree
and they are most definitely dead
I’m forced to be an embossed embassy another Berlin a magnet for their raw charms or languished cries
Explaining longings telling me where he expected to be if it weren’t for this one little thing but in my dream he didn’t know he was dead he was a wannabe alive guy
Hats off to Manny
telling me his plans like everybody else
Voices vicariously strewn like spring flowers falling from boughs outside my window
The scent of dead flowers buries itself deep in my veins
I breathe it out and in
I am I am a tree
Voices from the past exist in my head I ask for more put them on play - replay fast forward exit start over again and again
The hypothesis of life over again replay
A come hither look
Think deeper
From way back to before birth infancy a fantasy I’m torn in two
Should I stay or should I go a lifetime of going ahead
instead of staying and regretting is what I do best at my own behest
I’m challenged trumped set ahead to go make that next jump if not literally than figuratively
In my head I jump a hump
Ahead to where I don’t know where I am or how I got here
Yet here I stand
A tight bright white light goes off fast in my head flashing faster red green green red yellow stop on yellow hit those brakes or barrel through it
Careful take the next step and do it
Just call me
Crashing catastrophe meets the coroner on the corner for the very last time
A shout out to Ninua at facebook's networked blogs for their tireless energy and help in keeping these blogs organized. If you're on fb so should your blog be!
A shout out to Bob at Apple for helping me solve the mystery with his tenacity and alacrity. I love apple.
A shout out to my readers: this blog is for you, the you inside that hurts and wonders about the way we choose constantly - the you and me who seeks more...
my writing is me - what you get is what you see
Joyce Kilmer and Robert Frost were the first poets I memorized in elementary school. They both wrote short poems. Even back then my mind jumped a lot and memorization was difficult. Ironically I can recall words from ancient conversations at will.
Friday, May 07, 2010
totally going crazy
I already am
A publisher recently told me he'd been waiting on my short story for a book - little did I know he'd never received it. My life feels unsettled like a hurricane hit me.
I just realized my blog is fine it's my email that the problem.
I can't start over with a new url - it's too nuts and will make me more insane.
I'm changing it back.
I'm sorry I'm so crazy
the good news is I've come through with another solution!
A publisher recently told me he'd been waiting on my short story for a book - little did I know he'd never received it. My life feels unsettled like a hurricane hit me.
I just realized my blog is fine it's my email that the problem.
I can't start over with a new url - it's too nuts and will make me more insane.
I'm changing it back.
I'm sorry I'm so crazy
the good news is I've come through with another solution!
one aggravation after another
I can't understand it.
Like lil abner a cloud follows my head.
I've been dealing with lost emails and sent emails that never go anywhere and from what I just learned this has been going on for many months. Now on my end when I send an email it makes that nice whoosssshhhh sound that apple mail makes and then they disappear into cyberspace. It took quite some time to realize all this was happening.
This time I did it on purpose without realizing it was my intent.
How could I do it again? – I followed the tech person’s instructions exactly.
And when he said do you mind deleting your email downloads I didn’t realize he meant I’d delete every drop of my email sitting on my desktop like a cold winter moon night letters disappear with morning light.
The simple solution would’ve been to create another box to dump my emails there. After I’d gone through every piece of email every day and cleaned it up spotlessly and saved what I needed over two years ~
Why would I delete it if I knew that’s what I intended to do in the first place.
My mailbox is clean and I still can't send mails out.
What a pain only a few days remain ...
For some reason I 'm the chosen one to be made the example of. Road runner finally admits they're the cause of the problem. I am no longer permitted by road runner to use my blog links in my emails. Can you imagine sending your emails daily and they don't go anywhere? Hrummmpph!
I called Road Runner some time ago. Told the tech man my problem but they kept insisting it wasn't their doing. They had no idea what caused the problem. The second or third tech didn't know either. The third time I called they told me to reset my password at road runner. These fixers worked for a minute and then people began complaining again about my mail. Road runner man did not ask me to back shit up either. It took the apple tech Bob and his crew to figure out why no one gets my emails.
I turned to apple time after time. I've been working with Bob for a few months on this email issue. I have eliminated my mail several times trying to resolve this. We'd reset the mail program by throwing out the mail from preference panes plist and by trashing mail from the library. These were the same steps the road runner man took me through too. After each restart mail would work for a little while and then stop again.
Bob and I tirelessly tested variation after variation seeking the answer to my misery. Yesterday Bob and his team figured it out. Bob said the problem was my server, that different email addresses get assigned different servers and that this server must be identifying my links as junk mail or unsolicited advertisements. So we tested this theory and found when I eliminated my blog links - low and behold, my mail mailed! I even sent boyfriend's links from my mail and that was received by the tech person. I set up a mobile me account and then any links worked. The apple rep said maybe road runner can set the server to accept my links.
When I called road runner I had to go through three people to get to the top tech who said my links are indeed blocked. He told me to write road runner security a letter which I did.
This is what I wrote below. I had to make the links clandestinely to show to them as you can see. Perhaps now I should do it like that in my letters too so they will go through.
Dear Sir or Madam:
Below are the 2 websites I use with my signature on all my correspondence. I am sending them to you so you can see they are poetry sites, not commercial spam sites.
h t t p : / / j o y l e f t o w s b l o g . b l o g s p o t . c o m
h t t p : / / j o y l e f t o w . c o m
I wrote a few more things but they never responded except for a form letter saying they receiving my correspondence.
Last night I went back to the drawing board and back to road runner. Last night a high tech person told me road runner is considering me a spammer when I use my links. When I said everyone else uses links Sam said, "you must've sent many mails with links. Eventually everyone else will reach this level of sending emails links - theirs too will be blocked." Sam said it also has to do with the popularity of my link.
To make a long story short I'm stymied for a second.
Don't you always include your web links in your emails? What's this world coming to?
Like lil abner a cloud follows my head.
I've been dealing with lost emails and sent emails that never go anywhere and from what I just learned this has been going on for many months. Now on my end when I send an email it makes that nice whoosssshhhh sound that apple mail makes and then they disappear into cyberspace. It took quite some time to realize all this was happening.
This time I did it on purpose without realizing it was my intent.
How could I do it again? – I followed the tech person’s instructions exactly.
And when he said do you mind deleting your email downloads I didn’t realize he meant I’d delete every drop of my email sitting on my desktop like a cold winter moon night letters disappear with morning light.
The simple solution would’ve been to create another box to dump my emails there. After I’d gone through every piece of email every day and cleaned it up spotlessly and saved what I needed over two years ~
Why would I delete it if I knew that’s what I intended to do in the first place.
My mailbox is clean and I still can't send mails out.
What a pain only a few days remain ...
For some reason I 'm the chosen one to be made the example of. Road runner finally admits they're the cause of the problem. I am no longer permitted by road runner to use my blog links in my emails. Can you imagine sending your emails daily and they don't go anywhere? Hrummmpph!
I called Road Runner some time ago. Told the tech man my problem but they kept insisting it wasn't their doing. They had no idea what caused the problem. The second or third tech didn't know either. The third time I called they told me to reset my password at road runner. These fixers worked for a minute and then people began complaining again about my mail. Road runner man did not ask me to back shit up either. It took the apple tech Bob and his crew to figure out why no one gets my emails.
I turned to apple time after time. I've been working with Bob for a few months on this email issue. I have eliminated my mail several times trying to resolve this. We'd reset the mail program by throwing out the mail from preference panes plist and by trashing mail from the library. These were the same steps the road runner man took me through too. After each restart mail would work for a little while and then stop again.
Bob and I tirelessly tested variation after variation seeking the answer to my misery. Yesterday Bob and his team figured it out. Bob said the problem was my server, that different email addresses get assigned different servers and that this server must be identifying my links as junk mail or unsolicited advertisements. So we tested this theory and found when I eliminated my blog links - low and behold, my mail mailed! I even sent boyfriend's links from my mail and that was received by the tech person. I set up a mobile me account and then any links worked. The apple rep said maybe road runner can set the server to accept my links.
When I called road runner I had to go through three people to get to the top tech who said my links are indeed blocked. He told me to write road runner security a letter which I did.
This is what I wrote below. I had to make the links clandestinely to show to them as you can see. Perhaps now I should do it like that in my letters too so they will go through.
Dear Sir or Madam:
Below are the 2 websites I use with my signature on all my correspondence. I am sending them to you so you can see they are poetry sites, not commercial spam sites.
h t t p : / / j o y l e f t o w s b l o g . b l o g s p o t . c o m
h t t p : / / j o y l e f t o w . c o m
I wrote a few more things but they never responded except for a form letter saying they receiving my correspondence.
Last night I went back to the drawing board and back to road runner. Last night a high tech person told me road runner is considering me a spammer when I use my links. When I said everyone else uses links Sam said, "you must've sent many mails with links. Eventually everyone else will reach this level of sending emails links - theirs too will be blocked." Sam said it also has to do with the popularity of my link.
To make a long story short I'm stymied for a second.
Don't you always include your web links in your emails? What's this world coming to?
Sunday, May 02, 2010
TRANSVERSE THE UNIVERSE THROW THE GEARS IN REVERSE
I was thinking of all the things I had to do
And then I started thinking of you
And lost my memory of what I was supposed to do
Because then all I could do was think about you
That’s just the way it goes
sometimes I hit all the lows
The highs are left behind
I refuse to leave well enough alone
The next climb’s all my treat
Yes I’ve finally done it
I’ve gone and lost my mind
I heard it through the grapevine
No longer will I be mine
I wish it were just fine but it seems
things go from bad to worse
So I try to put things in reverse eliminate
Jealousy creates boundaries
I rewrite herstory and tap the cinnamon of life
into my coffee after steam frothing lactose free milk
I tap the nutmeg of my soul
to rife up the spice
dissolve artificial barriers between me and you
eyes set deep in my face I trace the lines
on your face revealed and sealed
I’m healed by the power my words wield
And then I started thinking of you
And lost my memory of what I was supposed to do
Because then all I could do was think about you
That’s just the way it goes
sometimes I hit all the lows
The highs are left behind
I refuse to leave well enough alone
The next climb’s all my treat
Yes I’ve finally done it
I’ve gone and lost my mind
I heard it through the grapevine
No longer will I be mine
I wish it were just fine but it seems
things go from bad to worse
So I try to put things in reverse eliminate
Jealousy creates boundaries
I rewrite herstory and tap the cinnamon of life
into my coffee after steam frothing lactose free milk
I tap the nutmeg of my soul
to rife up the spice
dissolve artificial barriers between me and you
eyes set deep in my face I trace the lines
on your face revealed and sealed
I’m healed by the power my words wield
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Wow - Another award!
This award is even more noteworthy than the last because my blog was chosen to be included under The Top 40 Poetry Blogs On The Web.
I'm doubly honored and blessed to receive this award because only 40 blogs were chosen and Joy Leftow's Poetry Blog is one of them.
Here's the letter I received:
Hi Joy Leftow,
I am writing to inform you that Joy Leftlow's Blog has been featured on Guide to Art School’s list of the Top 40 poetry blogs found here: http://www.guidetoartschools.com/tips-and-tools/poetry-blogs. We hand-picked a list of our favorite poetry blogs and outlined the unique reasons why we love them. We were impressed that you manage and publishe your own poetry on your blog site. We also noticed that your poetry is updated frequently and touches on a many different ideas and issues.
Yay Joy - go Joy way to go...
I have to be my own best publicist since I have no one else to do it for me!
Mine is listed under Other Fantastic Poetry Blog. Here is what they say about mine.
Joy Leftow's Blog: Joy Leftow's manages and publishes her own poetry on her site. The blog has a fairly large following. Her poetry is updated frequently and touches on a many different ideas and issues.
Awards
For two years in a row I've been awarded the 100 Best Poetry Blogs by Accredited Online Colleges. I am so grateful to receive this honor once more. My blog is listed under female poets with a group of a dozen others. I'm so proud to be included among the best of the best!
The categories for 100 best poetry blogs are:
Poetry Basics
Poetry Commentary
Published Poets
Female Poets
Male Poets
Poetic Teachers
Photographic Poetry
Fun Stuff
What it says about my blog is this:
Joy Leftow’s Blog: Get access to hip and fun poetry, as well as spoken poetry here.
The categories for 100 best poetry blogs are:
Poetry Basics
Poetry Commentary
Published Poets
Female Poets
Male Poets
Poetic Teachers
Photographic Poetry
Fun Stuff
What it says about my blog is this:
Joy Leftow’s Blog: Get access to hip and fun poetry, as well as spoken poetry here.
Monday, April 26, 2010
one more pill to help me chill so i don't kill anyone
Like Alice in Wonderland I roam the desert of my mind trying to find a way out
Every day I reinvent myself wondering whether or not to take the next stand
I keep seeking another line a better design a brand name
Imbibing the sands of time
I become restless longing for success I confess it came to possess me I digress
I used to be somebody now I’m someone else
It boils down to our animal instincts, survive and thrive
Reassessing my past I contrive to start anew
The meaning we attribute to things is what
gives them power over us
A universal bower a tower of confidence
It’s a matter of perspective - probably our entire planet is like this
Alice absorbs me perhaps another pill will cure my ills
Lusting on the edge of a consonant I meander through adverbs synonyms and antonyms
It’s a fucking weird word disaster
I dig my heels in deep trying to steep my words in a heap before I leap
but instead my words are torrential existential tangential
they move me
treading through river recesses of despair to find the answer but it just aint fair they don’t care they’re hateful of our flair
I dare to emerge I don’t want to submerge on the verge of a nervous breakdown I merge into another artistic urge with a surge of energy
Sunk in a funk in another God forsaken mess I process the stress the excess of the day wears heavy
Don’t transgress the finesse of the noblesse
I speak in riddles and rhymes to observe the times
Thunder explodes a hazy curtain of rain splashes the pavement
soaks my clothes through to my skin
as I begin another spin
Every day I reinvent myself wondering whether or not to take the next stand
I keep seeking another line a better design a brand name
Imbibing the sands of time
I become restless longing for success I confess it came to possess me I digress
I used to be somebody now I’m someone else
It boils down to our animal instincts, survive and thrive
Reassessing my past I contrive to start anew
The meaning we attribute to things is what
gives them power over us
A universal bower a tower of confidence
It’s a matter of perspective - probably our entire planet is like this
Alice absorbs me perhaps another pill will cure my ills
Lusting on the edge of a consonant I meander through adverbs synonyms and antonyms
It’s a fucking weird word disaster
I dig my heels in deep trying to steep my words in a heap before I leap
but instead my words are torrential existential tangential
they move me
treading through river recesses of despair to find the answer but it just aint fair they don’t care they’re hateful of our flair
I dare to emerge I don’t want to submerge on the verge of a nervous breakdown I merge into another artistic urge with a surge of energy
Sunk in a funk in another God forsaken mess I process the stress the excess of the day wears heavy
Don’t transgress the finesse of the noblesse
I speak in riddles and rhymes to observe the times
Thunder explodes a hazy curtain of rain splashes the pavement
soaks my clothes through to my skin
as I begin another spin
Monday, April 05, 2010
Working To Save My Flow Blow-By-Blow On A Paid Word-A-Day Work Flow Pantoum
I sat at my computer with a cat on my lap to help me relax
She flew up from her seat like the cat’s a bat outta hell bent on a personal attack
Reacts as though she saw a rat on my lap instead of a cat
Like a spoiled brat she makes me put my cats on lock down
She flew up from her seat like the cat’s a bat outta hell bent on a personal attack
I put on my thinking cap try to resolve the problem - get it down pat
Like a spoiled brat she makes me put my cats on lock down
I frown at the crackdown - locking the cats out of my computer room is wearing on my nerves
I put on my thinking cap try to solve the problem down pat
I want to tell her scat she deserves no reserves
I frown at the crackdown - locking the cats out of my computer room is wearing on my nerves
Sets me all a gloom a sense of doom pervades my bloom
I want to tell her scat she deserves no reserves
I’m unnerved and need to conserve my energy, my synergy
Sets me all a gloom a sense of doom pervades my bloom
I upbraid her try to turn myself into a mermaid to escape her
It would be in her interest to understand the facts
Reacts as though she saw a rat on my lap instead of a cat
Please try to understand I’m your worker not your doormat
I sat at my computer with a cat on my lap to help me relax
She flew up from her seat like the cat’s a bat outta hell bent on a personal attack
Reacts as though she saw a rat on my lap instead of a cat
Like a spoiled brat she makes me put my cats on lock down
She flew up from her seat like the cat’s a bat outta hell bent on a personal attack
I put on my thinking cap try to resolve the problem - get it down pat
Like a spoiled brat she makes me put my cats on lock down
I frown at the crackdown - locking the cats out of my computer room is wearing on my nerves
I put on my thinking cap try to solve the problem down pat
I want to tell her scat she deserves no reserves
I frown at the crackdown - locking the cats out of my computer room is wearing on my nerves
Sets me all a gloom a sense of doom pervades my bloom
I want to tell her scat she deserves no reserves
I’m unnerved and need to conserve my energy, my synergy
Sets me all a gloom a sense of doom pervades my bloom
I upbraid her try to turn myself into a mermaid to escape her
It would be in her interest to understand the facts
Reacts as though she saw a rat on my lap instead of a cat
Please try to understand I’m your worker not your doormat
I sat at my computer with a cat on my lap to help me relax
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)