Tagged: dog

two months in, mashi

with his heart of gold,

the cat in 19-

the cat in 19-
A introduced herself this
morning – in a dog-

chase-dog courtyard, it is much
safer to have the high ground

the idea of home,

in the middle of

three doors

the year of the dog

sunday walks across

sunday walks across
the ceiling in sequined
shoes, size two, with
the regular irregularity
of a juvenile dog’s pitter-
patter trailing from
not far behind her
i am barely awake,
listening for a
toddler-sized tumble

the dog upstairs is

testing his limits