Wednesday, March 22, 2017

ICE: An Unscheduled One

Tiny snaps underfoot titillate.
Stepping gingerly. Sliding slightly.
Leveraging stability for euphoria,
Beckons venturing further afield.

The promised rush of nothingness.
No weight. No worries. No world.

Latent ice in her veins freezes,
And cracks.



Thursday, March 9, 2017

My dog.


This is my dog.
This is my happy dog.
This is my happy dog hightailing away from me.
This is my happy dog hightailing away from me after I had him in a headlock.
This is my happy dog hightailing away from me after I had him in a headlock to take a picture with me.

This is my dog after having to take a picture with me. 


Happy.








And now you know why.