You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.
Heaven
Create!
For excellent reasons, I have neglected my creativity too long so am heeding Mary Oliver’s warning. This sensual life, though compelling, can only expand with what is glimpsed through creativity’s mysterious prism.
Poodle Sprites
POODLE SPRITES
Spring appears in waves as sea of curls return to play - gold growls sail through blue.
Every Day
Dogs have very short lives so every day has to be a good day.
B. Crawford
Love Heals
Dog Perks
from My Pooch Face
Flying Raccoon-Angel Dog
CRAZY
It's crazy how much I love this girl - if I'm a pirate, she's my mountain of gold and while sailing at night, my northern star yet when we dock, she's my Zanzibar.
(Joya picks up almost anything and turns it into a toy that she flips in the air, catches, chases, since everything is animate and joyful play in her world.)
Joy
Know that joy is rarer, more beautiful and more difficult than sadness. Once you make this all important discovery, you must embrace joy as a moral obligation.
Catalyst
CATALYST
As if disintegrating the stone of our being to sand we pour ourselves empty to be remade beyond the merciless sins we rise above. The beauty of your breast cleaved away, my lungs stomping their sun-fire dance always, yet we reshape ourselves as balm for each other till we can bear our stories' terrible weight and are transformed as if to sound - water on granite, wind through pine, an osprey's haunting cry.
Thank you to the editors of The Tishman Review for first publishing this poem.
Poetry…
POETRY
is just the shadow of a dog... The dog is elsewhere, and constantly on the move.
Elizabeth Oakley Weaver 