My Dogs

I want to tell you about my dogs. The first one I named Colleen, because I wanted a dog and I wanted a name I could yell out across the fields on a farm where I lived. Colleen sounds good when you give it all you’ve got and the sound goes out and over those wide expanses, up into the sky and your dog comes running because she loves you and you’re glad, because the sight of a dog running free and over every obstacle to greet you is wonderful. You kneel down as she gets closer and you meet and you say, “Good dog,” and you both go home. Colleen is buried beneath an oak tree on the farm where we used to live. I buried her with a collar and a scoop of food in a quilt I wrapped around her and I cried for days. She’s the […]

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Time’s Up

I wind the clocks. I need more time. Things run down. I wind the clocks. I set the hands to make it right. Time gets out of hand sometimes. I wind the clocks. I don’t know what the day will bring. The clocks don’t mind. They face the unknown stoically. Their hands empty to receive the unexpected and inexorable. I wind the clocks. They run down. Another clock runs within me. It won’t tell me the time. I run to meet it and answer the alarm. ƒ

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