Shadow
I have a story to tell about a little 5 mo old American Eskimo puppy named Shadow. I’ve never met him physically, but my sister Marcia just drove 3400 mi round trip to save him from being put down. His breeder in Missouri called Marcia last week to tell her Shadow had been sold to a couple in Phoenix, Arizona in June. What the breeder didn’t know was that the couple were in their late 70’s and apparently were not capable of handling an “Eskie” at their age. The puppy had just
Bare Bones
Yes, things have to get down to bare bones –
To the place where muscles sore and hot like fire,
Burn my flesh into cinder before I create.
I create to survive. My age like a curse or curved scythe presses
The time edged clock into my mind
And my leaden body. It ticks faster
Than the beat of my heart
Bringing panicky chills
That I won’t survive long enough to create. Why create I say?
But there is a dark figure inside
That pulls me down
Down to my grief
Down to my
Haiku
THIS MORNING SINGS ME
A RISING CHORUS OF SUN
A CLAMOR OF LOVE Why not? © Richard Chamberlain 2015
