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Dog Latitudes §23 I look at my hands. The left, the little finger bent for keeps above the silver malachite ring. The right, the middle finger, knuckle tight as a well-turned nut. I close my fingers. Fists no more, just corky cages gripping only air. But I can play. Fingers still run the frets and pull across the four string stave as ever they have. Maybe the message that clogs the twig and severs the branch has yet to reach these far extremities. Or maybe it's the will that drives the fuse and will not be denied.
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Dog Latitudes §23

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Dog Latitudes §17

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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 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

stop

pause

stand

unthink

nothing

everything

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

DOG SUTRAS

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

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

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

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