Nowadays, Maisie spends most of her time looking out of their bedroom window. She's arranged the furniture so she can observe the outside world in comfort. A chair from the back room pulled to one ... [+]
A.J. Rocca's poem, "Your Russian Blue is not Crazy," was originally published in Short Edition’s October '19 Rendez-Vous. A.J. is a writer and filmmaker from Chicago, and he is currently pursuing his Master of Arts in English at Western Illinois University. A.J. likes to write critical essays, short stories, film scripts, and the occasional odd poem.
Your Russian Blue is not crazy when she somersaults off the armchair to run, run run down the end of the room, up a wall, and backflips back— thump—down on delicate paws Your Russian Blue is not crazy when her sonar scope ears and fine twitching whiskers catch and pull her head round spinning the shining silt-green cat's eye peering out into only space and air Your Russian Blue is not crazy when she sees the dust dance on the light, curtains ruffling even though there's not a breeze, or when she hears them whisper under the refrigerator humming Fair folk, fae at the corners of things dec