The Bite With a jaw as big as butcher’s cleaver, with teeth as yellow as linoleum scum, with a tongue as red as Satin’s cape, this malignant mongrel removed and swallowed a hungry-man’s portion of my right calf. I named him Melanoma.

Craddled & trained Ball catching but I prefer food Sniffing through the garbage bag Hopefully my master’s nowhere around Chasing the squirrels and field bunnies Sprawling out in the shade Rolling over back and forth to take that itch away Aware of my surroundings Keen…

The have to lick. It’s how they think. They’ll lick your face and make you blink.   They’ll lick their balls in front of you they’ll lick another’s Really? Eeeww…   They’ll lick a bone that has no meat they’ll lick the floor they’ll lick…

We’ve squashed you to suit our whims, replaced wild ugly with domestic ugly, the kind that makes you shiver and gives you gout. And yet you still yap, still howl as if cued. Even if your noses have been shrunk, even if you’re chained to laps and…

Her soft brown eyes melted at the sign of her boy Her nub tail would shake the couch if you held her toy, but one day, the door was left open and she ran I doubt the driver saw her, just a slick flash of…

They call her a woman, that luminous nighttime lamp. Was it, perhaps, her coy face peeking behind gossamer curtain clouds? Or could it be her gentle luminosity, her changeable personality? I see her each evening, My love, my life, so beautifully full and bright. My…

We sensed the voice of reaction but we were still too busy to tell. It was born from unconscious inaction, and there was no warning bell as it planned it’s sickly hell. But before we noticed it had begun the flag of Fascism blocked our sun.   We watched as voices spitting bile…

Autobiography of a Face How long I have been a window to this world, So many years have passed by. Yet thinking of other faces I’ve known, I tell the body to push on with a sigh.

Autobiography of a Face As I look at my Bosco eyes, As I look at my crescent nose, As I look at my snail-shell ears, As I look at my piano-key smile, I realize that I’m as delectable as chocolate, as magical as the moon,…

My stomach hurts! Head foggy with sedentary gloom. I need a walk. It’s beautiful out. Cloudy, chilly, hot, With birds chirping, and breeze blowing I haven’t walked in my forest for weeks, And weeks and weeks, Too busy escaping the drum and drone of For next,…