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If There Are No Dogs in Heaven

Always glad to see meAlways at my side;I need to say this clearlySo it’s obvious when I die;I’ll stop the bus on the wayUntil I surely know:If there are no dogs in heaven,I don’t want to go. Walking in the … Continue reading

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Muselessness

I’m supposed to be finishing a novel but I’m not. It’s a murky late summer day with an uncertain sky and a directionally challenged breeze smelling of salt and fir, marsh and cedar. My characters are all hovering around the … Continue reading

Posted in Absolutes, animals, Brian Doyle, Dog, Dogs, Gratitude, Novel, Slice of Life, Uncategorized, William Stafford, Writing | Tagged , , , , | 16 Comments