This is the money shot. Look at her. We are a complete circuit.
Eating her face is one of my favorite past times. I gnaw. i bite. She simply looks back at me as if to say, "That's all you got?"
Okay maybe she is a little sick of the mommy love...
Legs out. Hooves up. She's a goofball. Is this poetry or dog fighting? She says, "Duh, dog fighting." Then she farts. And wins.
LICKS. Nothing is more intrusive and loving than a lick.
And in the end. It's her and me. Me and her. And if that's the ticket, I'll take it. I'll kill any beast for her safety and she will kill anything that attempts to hurt me. Yeah. That is what I call true love......Booya.....
Years ago, after my divorce, I used to stay up late on weekdays unable to sleep due to anxiety and depression. On weekends I'd wear crazy costumes and rock out all night hoping something would save me from having to confront all my grief, my life undone, and my lost dreams. The night life grew weary, and ultimately boring.
Now, although heartache can still sneak it's way under my door, I find myself feeling (dare I say) happy. I'm enjoying my single-dom and although I look forward to meeting my life partner someday soon, I'm patient enough to enjoy the time I have right now. I would dare to say my life is composed. In bed by 10, I get up at 7am. I run. I meditate. I garden. I read and write. I stare out my window for long periods of time. My coaching clients are wonderful and bring me joy, and my writing clients are easy to work with. I know all the craziness is just inches from my grasp, and I fully intend on embracing the crazy again, but for now calmness is key.
Now, if I can only get my dog to quit snorting heroin and stop sneaking hookers in at a night through the back door. I can't blame her really, since she takes after her mother.
Those that know me well know that I am never at a loss for words. I can talk and talk and talk anyone under the table. However, after 30 days of 30 poems I don't even know what to say. My head is in a spin.
It was an amazing month of poetry with visits from Taylor Mali and his wife Marie-Elizabeth. They are a dynamic duo and hugely inspirational for me. I also managed to go to the Portland Poetry Slam which was badass and happens every Sunday night at Backspace in Portland. I highly recommend you check it out. It's full of humor, amazing writers and performers, with star-quality local poets.
Some of you wondered why I deleted all of my poems from April. The truth is, it is totally bogus because literary mags consider anything appearing online as "previously published" and won't accept your work if it appears on your blog. I think that is total bullshit because what if I made 300 photo copies of my poems and handed them out to friends, which is the same thing, really, as having it on a blog. Would that be considered "published?" I think not. Which makes me offer you a handmade book of my poems if you want it. If you're interested I will put together a little booklet and mail it to you. Just email me and I'll send you some of my work renegade style. Someday those poems will be published and in print. So maybe these will someday be collectors items? One can only dream.....
Now I'm off to revise my poems and send them out for publication. That's the part that is tedious. But it's worth it. I love poetry. It's the one thing guaranteed to soothe the soul.
Drew and Taylor taking poetry VERY seriously.
Taylor and his large arms.
Brad and Gina two of my favorite naughty poets.
Me and Marie- Elizabeth Mali (she kicks ass)
Me and Taylor yuckin' it up and clashing patterns nicely.
