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A Bird in the Hand…

Bobo wouldn’t know what to do with a bird if he ever caught one. He’d probably play with it like a chew toy until it stopped squeaking then leave me to bury the body. Moriarty has honed instincts for the … Continue reading

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Fraiku: Deadly Cute

Her bow leans a bitin the park she saw a mousetears a wound and rolls (For today’s prompt, write poem using at least three of the following six words: Bow, Lean, Park, Saw, Tear, Wound.) (Pictures of Janizona’s Spirit of … Continue reading

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How to Dig a Hole

Best after a good rainwhen the earth is softand odors are amplified Follow your nose to an interesting spotthen loosen the soil with your clawsto get through the top layer of grass Throw the dirt with your pawsbetween your legs … Continue reading

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30 Reasons April is the Cruellest Month

Bobo‘s favorite tennis ball, the color of pine tree pollen,still rests in my hand after a pump fake launched him running.He saunters back, tail wagging, ready for another round,not realizing he’s been the victim of a cruel joke. Moriarty doesn’t … Continue reading

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Fraiku: Fetch

Retrieval of sticksis a serious matterexcept from water for this week’s Living Poetry Prompt   Last Friday Susi Bocks from The Short of It interviewed me about the next anthology, Reflections and Revelations. I read my poem Roses at the … Continue reading

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Fear Itself

That big angry dog at the end of my paper route half German Shepherd half fear itself The one who barks and snaps at my tires as I pedal away fast as my twelve-year-old legs can pump Some days he’s … Continue reading

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7 New Year’s Resolutions You’ll be Able to Keep

If you’re feline: Knock more things off desks. Take more naps in the sun. If you’re canine: Sniff more trees. Mark more trees. Roll in something stinky every day. If you’re human: talk less, read more, pick up after yourself, … Continue reading

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Canis Redivivus!

Canis Redivivus! My dog sleeps like a beach towel drying in the sunafter a vibrant afternoon throwing his tennis ballinto the lake, scaring fish and snapping gnats. When he’s had his fill of fecund water, he collapsesonto the sand, panting, … Continue reading

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When We Were Puppies

When We Were Puppies We’d play Ball in the Hallwhere I’d throw down the corridorand he’d run full blastcatch it on the bounceclaws skittering against hardwoodthen slam into the closetat the far end and trotback proud and joyful He bit … Continue reading

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At the Beach

Today’s poem came from my monthly visit to Charles House. We read a bunch of dog poems from various poets of varying degrees of fame. The canine in the poem we wrote together was inspired by a companion of one … Continue reading

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