a puppy in a cone:
always the mark of frustration,
bottled enthusiasm, sometime-
shame.
now I hobble again. the experts say
gout. perhaps, (we joke)
it is psychosomatic.
the dog in her safety collar, recovering from surgery;
me, mystery foot ailment, recovering, hopefully.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...