Be Otherworldly it says, this list of ways to be.
I’m not sure what it means
but it is attractive, this idea that there can be other worlds
and we can be of them.
I am choosing a second planet where it is impossible to feel cold.
In this other world someone always loves me and I love them back
so it is impossible to feel unloved or left out or lonely or lost.
There are serene skies and soft rain
but no storms to shake the roof or blow away the windows.
It is impossible not to feel safe in...
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Grandfather used to put warm cake paper out on the concrete path. Crispy crumbs clung to it, the odd burnt currant, sometimes a small triangle of cake that broke away with a fold of greaseproof. The birds swooped down on it, always ready for titbits as he thought of them daily. And then they’d flee half fed as the dog smelt food on the horizon, pounced on the paper with its massive paws, tore into it with its pointed teeth, held it down and demolished it paper and all. Then it licked the...
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She’s bought a pug
the end of its line
a survivor
life snuffles in this
beanie with teeth
its eyes black saucers for elves
or a soldier with tinder box
to guard her treasure
and sneeze welcome
as she comes in at night.
Pug Puppy in… Lynn M. Stone Buy This at Allposters.com
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I vow to thee my puppy
to watch over your babyhood,
feed and water you,
give you warmth in winter,
a cool place to pant in summer,
keep you in good health
with visits to the vet
and the dog groomers
and walk you daily.
I vow to keep you on the lead
where important for your safety,
not to let you scrounge peoples’ picnics
or to fight or mate in public places.
I vow that if you need me
I will be there, and if I am not
I will appoint a designated dog sitter.
You in return will not crap on...
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You wake my sleeping laughter
with your pink tulip-petal tongue
your nose like pin pricks
in a black velvet pincushion
your eyes blue smoky marbles
rolling from my past to my future.
Pugnacious pug, alert,
you watch from the train window
pigeons you’ll never catch
paddocks you’ll never play in.
Your tail unfurls to wave.
Your tiny catfish teeth clutch my hand
but never puncture
like I’m reaching through a bramble bush
for a strayed tennis ball.
Pug Puppy Pat Doyle...
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I missed the dog last night.
The night before it had slept on my bed,
so comfortable it was,
securing the best place to curl up
and forcing me into the corners.
I moved it over
The rough silky weight of its pelt slipping through my hands
and started again.
Somehow it squirmed its way back
to the place it preferred.
I moved it again,
Shifting it bodily
using the quilt it was lying on,
but it woke. It knew what was happening.
I stretched into the position I liked and dozed
but within minutes it...
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Buddhist monks
always surprise
if not at first
the brightness of his jaffa robes
then by the sudden answering of mobile phone
from folds of cloth.
The Head Abbot… Steve Winter
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