“Even when little Atal, the innkeeper’s son, vowed that he had at twilight seen all the cats of Ulthar in that accursed yard under the trees, pacing very slowly and solemnly in a circle around the cottage, two abreast, as if in performance of some unheard-of rite of beasts,”
cottonmouth, a poem by Phebe Phillips
I’ve been working on a book of poetry and essay about the sweetness of growing up in East Texas in the 1960s. So far, the working title is, Upper East Side of The Pines. Afterall, I did grow up on the Upper East Side—oh, not New York, I’m talking about Texas! This poem, cottonmouth is […]
Phebe Chats About Her Podcast
Listen or Read Hi friends, As you may know, I create The Literary CatCast Podcast—a charming podcast merging Literature and Cats. The CatCast, as I call it, is designed to bring awareness to vintage books and current books that feature cats as main characters. Many of these book will die in obscurity, if they’re not […]
My Podcast—Cat and Mouse’s Christmas, a poem
Below is a direct link to my Christmas podcast. It’s only four minutes in length, and is a poem I wrote last week about a friendship between a cat, and a mouse. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you—dear reader, and dear listener. I hope you enjoy this poem. The Literary CatCast Podcast has launched […]