Meet Amanda Zurivost
Amanda Zurivost in her Philomenaville home. My Kitty by Amanda Zurivost My Kitty comes, back arched, claws splayed, yowling her song on the night wind. Claimed in the dark, bathed in red, more tabby than lynx, she grows in felinity. She is my voice and my heart, truest friend of my timeless lifetime. Kitty purrs in my lap, revels, tasting cream. I have known Amanda Zurivost for several years now. She was one of the first friends I made in Second Life. I've always known she writes poems and have, in fact, begged her on more than occasion to do a reading at Freda's Place. Amanda is a private sort, so she has steadfastly refused. Today, she invited me to visit her in her home in Philomenaville. I am very gratified to see her settling along with her longtime partner, Puss Applewhyte, into one of my favorite historical communities on any grid. Today, Amanda allowed me to read and share a few of her poems. M...