A celebration of old dogs, from the people who love them most.
A few days later, I came out to my husband. Our marriage exploded into shards in a matter of minutes.
These are the first days of fall. The wind
at evening smells of roads still to be traveled,
while the sound of leaves blowing across the lawns
is like an unsettled feeling in the blood,
the desire to get in a car and just keep driving.
Oh God she says
The dog has learned to spell
I did the only humane thing left
In the middle of the night when he thinks
I’m asleep, Bill will weep without sound
shaking the bed like a curse at God
Because we have the archer, I always arise about the same time to walk him. He lies patient and silent in his crate as I dress in the big room, … Continue reading