Tag Archives: dogs
A prayer for my friend Brian Doyle and my grandpuppy Toulouse
This uses the form Brian invented for his Book of Uncommon Prayer and is used here out of deep profound respect–jrs Who never met but I would offer a few years off my life to watch them measure each other. … Continue reading
Amble du Jour
The dog catches my eyeand whines his question:“Now, Boss, now?”An idea: the smell of saltopens my mind.I laugh and nod.He stands with a clatterof claws on hardwood,tail high and boisterous, ashe prances around the couch.His eager head presses throughthe red … Continue reading
Haiku–The Nose Knows
In what we call stink a wealth of information finds your active brain. (photo: *Toulouse as a youngster–jrs; *model for Bucket in Ochoco Reach)
Ochoco Reach Audiobook, Ahoy!
Shameless plug: my novel Ochoco Reach is now available as an audiobook on both audible.com and iTunes. If you download it, I’d very much appreciate a review and some other noise of your own choosing. Click on the link in … Continue reading
Mister Sniffy
In the grey light before sunrise you examine the yard and driveway: sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff Snort! sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff Snort! The new light catches the focus in your eyes, much as it might catch the focus … Continue reading
Haiku–Dogspeak
Articulate whines: the dog tries telepathy. I’m learning to speak. (left: Toulouse hiding; right: hat boy)
Haiku–Great Day Beginning
Dog butt precedes me, dappled sunlight up the path into this morning. (wetcanvas.com)
Warm and Round
The night is still and round. An ocean rises from city traffic as my skin rejoices the fan whirling from the ceiling. I sit where the dog sleeps when he’s here. I can almost hear his stir and stretch as … Continue reading
Thankful
For: the rustle of warm bedclothes; the distant dark noise of the ocean; a coyote yip in the night; the sigh of a lover satisfied; an adversary’s sudden pause; a shared laugh; electric light to write by; books that seize … Continue reading
Haiku–Inside Day
Rain constantly swirls rolling wet, in from the beach; inside is just fine. The fire warms us: the dog sleeps before the stove. Home is a haven. (beach: pmansbach.com; woodstove: desertcanyonliving.blogspot.com)