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The Bite
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.
On Riding
The hills of our small town seemed tall and you could see the city from the top. We rode ourselves to death on the incline to feel the wind thrash our faces on the way back down. We learnt to wake up early and to…
Hour 10: The House
Adobe, pitched roof, Ranchos de Taos. Sage and hollyhocks, hummingbirds galore. At night you could hear pueblo drums, sometimes, and imagine the dancing. A sculptor had built the house, and her daughter did pottery and textiles. The whole place was a work of art, rented…
11th hour
He eats anything Toxic or non-toxic He’s a mass, large vet bill Oh, I wish he’d stop it He really doesn’t have to Because he’s a gift from above He provides me everyday With unconditional love
Man’s best friend
Conversations obviously don’t need a human response if man’s best friend isn’t a man himself
Jack
“Do you want to go outside?” A whimper I get. His eyes are wondering, he is starting to fret. We leap to the door to explore what’s outside, he is lifting his leg marking with pride. He runs right bedside me, this friend of mine….
Jasmine
Caramel coat Shining against the sun Sometimes even the moon Always ready to go Wildly sprinting Ears blowing in the wind trailing behind Small, yet strong Small, yet protective My comforter Gentle, loving, and kind Pure A bright star in my day A forgive me…
Please, Walks Without a Leash
I am what I am. My teeth sharp for the chewing of meat. My tongue long to lessen the summer heat. My fur sheds on your carpet and couch And my nails scratch up your kitchen floor. I sit by your dinner table, my eyes…
Hour Eleven
Write a poem about dogs. However you cannot use any of the followings words in the poem: dog, canine, bark, growl, and puppy. You also can’t use the names of any dog breeds. So, it should be a bit of a challenge. ——————————————————————————————————————- A grim…