Daily Archives: February 8, 2015

The Symphony of the Squeaky Ball

What if it was paradise, what if we were symphonies? – Rob Thomas, Lonely No More . We have this pup. Sixteen pounds of scrappy sass, trembled tumultuous tremors and holy        ……..(terror) terrier energy. Loves squeaky balls. More than life … Continue reading

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Scattered Whirled

. This poem has an ache. A burst of tumble and sound, a shattering of glass and a brass ring g(r)asped. This poem has an arc. A quiet bite and a fierce and wound -ed bark that emits no sound. … Continue reading

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