Prose & Poetry

Down at the dog park my big girl smells bad.She needs a bath. Marbled godwit lurkson

Made from the oil of the Chinese water snake, which is rich in the omega-3 acids

aimless now, frenetic among the crumbs. Hill home scattered violently, victim of a child’s capricious shoe.

I wonder if I can write a MCRWVBL*PM poem anymore. It’s been years. Let’s try: Yaode,

What are words But evidence Of what occurred thereafter Indirect fruits of labor To savor The

It wasn’t obvious Didn’t slip away suddenly Gradually, in tiny motions Myself and I parted ways

When I lay under the moon, she sings to me.In gentle warm tones, like rain outside