I walk through the dark, The sound of my feet echoing Through the empty streets. The dog stops and sniffs, A victim of instinct, circumstantial scents and sense. In the distance, The thump of a kick drum— Faster than my … Continue reading Footsteps Away. A poem.
I love black and white photos. They seem to capture a rawness, a natural quality that is sometimes lost in the way digital images capture colour. I’m no expert, of course, and I’m sure some real photographers out there could … Continue reading Upstart Photographer #3: Black and White.
Return to Sender You give but don’t get Your love returns to sender A sea of mail lost Man’s Best Friend Ten years with my dog Plucky and redoubtable I still miss her so To Read Books, they fill my shelf Adventure seeds the dream clouds How I love the rain Haiku! 5/7/5 syllable love. Here’s a few I wrote the other day. 🙂 Continue reading Haiku and You. Three poems (but not a trilogy).
I’ve been walking my friend’s dog, after house sitting there for a week. It’s to everyone’s benefit, as I can’t own a dog where I live and they don’t always have the time to walk her.
Here’s a poem about walking the dog. 🙂 Continue reading Dog Walk. 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 … Continue reading A Dog’s Nose. A poem.
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). Continue reading J’aime Mon Chien
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