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Dog Sutra §88

depicter of flowers
curator of fruits
witness to birds

embracer of wastes
consumer of carrion
witness to birds
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Lost in the ether…

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Here’s looking back at you, kid!
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dog sutras

dog sutra §59

and the rain

fell in one

long story

we sidestepped

between trees

i tripped my length

into fallen water

and you chased

a hare

into a rainbow

Dog Sutras §62

the green barley
crowds the horizon
populous intense
as if to dig deep
and sway strong
when the indifferent
wind passes through it
these ecstatic dances
against the slashing
of the gold


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Dog Sutras §58







Dog Sutras §47

you chased the hare

a golden zigzag

covering the roots

and hollows

as if born amongst

bracken and moss

we waited

locked in time

i whistled and called

and you came

spinning in from

the wrong direction

hope intact

joy undiminished

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Dog Sutras § 52

at the edge

of angel wood

there is 

a sort of gateway

we wonder

what’s beyond

we stop short

no closer

than this

hold the dream

Dog Sutra §22

sad at the passing

of a friend

we few now

the sun sets

but still

you drive

the dark paths

as if they had

no end

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Dog Sutras §12
we make it home
just as the sun
dies in its own fire


Dog Sutras §13
here at the pond
the light swallows
the huge trees


Dog Sutras §14
crow jane lady
in your house
in the wind
flying still

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Here I am, said the old man
still young, trapped between
ship and shore. I understand
that we’re always on the gangplank,
having just arrived or just heading
for departure. There’s always
someone to talk to, someone pausing
to put that suitcase down and then
rub chafed hands. “I’m heading south,
old son. Didn’t work out over there.
East, west, home’s best, eh?”
Yes, I guess so. And I turn to watch
a shimmying flag at a lonely masthead.
All to play for across a monotony
of waves. No suitcase for the next guy.
He’s a nomad under a hundredweight
of rucksack, thumbs under the straps.
“I’m off to Panajachel to join
my girlfriend. The most beautiful place
on earth, she says!” Yes, I guess so
and I turn to watch the only cloud
pass behind the funnel. Fortune
favours the bold under a limitless
certainty of sky.

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dog sutra §1

leaves turn into butterflies
they’ve understood 
that as winter bites
they might fly away

dog sutra §2

leaves go to earth
berries hang
like bright bells

dog sutra §3

the two of us
you running
into your future
me as slow
as one step forward
and then the next

dog sutra §4

between the sloe
and the oyster
a tree singing

dog sutra §5

we hang on in hope
but you know nothing
of winter’s tooth

dog sutra §6

mist lying in pools
another country
arrive and it’s gone

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The Dog Sutras and their accompanying photos all derive from walks with Lupin across and around the fields, meadows and woodland near our home in North Hertfordshire.


leaves go to earth

berries hang like bright bells

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