This is the first of a short series of what I call DOG POEMS. They take the tone of coyote tales I’ve heard and read. They were inspired by a great cream color dog who mostly eats and sleeps at my house. Little else. There aren’t any lessons from these brief stories. I hope you enjoy them and they raise a smile.
It has been some time since I posted anything. In that time I have of course continued to write. A lot of things have happened. “Life Events” as my employer called them. I will begin today sharing some of my writing and poems. I hope they give pause to think. I hope you enjoy them. B. True
The conversations, the confessions bared here
through poetry and given voice through readings,
lead me to reflect on my own attempts by writing
to make sense of life. I manage to compartmentalize
the overarching unfortunate experiences, to disguise
them as abstract strokes of primary colors, confine
them in a locked drawer, or a jinni’s bottle, like a
Pandora’s box of woes bursting to escape, or
an origami enclosure that unfolds over time
like cicadas in their chrysalids awakening
after years sleeping in the earth. They emerge,
transformed, to sing to each other to sing for the world. As
should we all, emerging from the tribulations of becoming.