A Rabbit Passes. A prose poem.

The rabbit’s body is stiff and heavy in my hand. I wrap it in its funeral trappings, a plastic cloak as light and airy as its existence. It’s family lies in burrows deep below, the farmer’s poison dried within withered veins. I place it within its casket, a waste bin its solemn ferry to whereContinue reading “A Rabbit Passes. A prose poem.”

A Dog’s Nose. A poem.

A dog’s nose smells every blade of grass Painting a picture in scent of everything that’s passed Counting the stops on every sandstone brick Smelling the reminders on the tires of, oh so expensive cars Rolling in the grass of innumerable companions past No time for harbour views or human history A dog’s nose isContinue reading “A Dog’s Nose. A poem.”

J’aime Mon Chien

That little dog was originally acquired as my ex-wife wanted to walk more to lose weight. From the very first day (as I suspected), I became the one who walked Black Doggo, looked after him, took him everywhere. Because he was little (about twice as big as a Chihuahua), he conveniently fit nicely in my small car (my version of a handbag, I suppose). I would take him on long drives on weekends, walking along the beach, visiting parents and friends (a convenient substitute for my ex-wife).