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Poems, Prose, Photos & the Art of Being Human

I used to paint and knit. Now I groom my healthy dog’s fast-growing hair. I trim at least a quarter cup of hair a day yet one would guess since it grows so fast!
So when I saw these short-haired shedding dogs, I laughed aloud that that Ziggy’s uses these images to advertise “GROOMING.”
A bath and maybe a nail trim is nothing in comparison with the hours I spend each week brushing and cutting hair.
Many. Hours.
Even having had large Collies and a Malemute did not prepare me for how time consuming this little 16 lb non-shedder could be. Though non-shed is a misnomer. She sheds, just like a person, very little. And her hair just keeps growing.
It grows thick and fast and doesn’t stop to ensure that her feet retain traction on the ground, but instead her paws mutate into large balls of fur. Without a severe trim at least once a week, her winter-rabbit paws are so slick with hair that she’ll slip and slide as if our floors are ice. Which leads to injury just like when people run on ice with slick bottomed shoes.
In other words, the dogs pictured do not warrant the term “grooming” any more than lounging in a hot tub is like riding a ten foot wave.

GRAFFITO Three distinct letters, discrete as whispers yet stark as sunrise, stain this park’s concrete wall. S insinuates the dark entrance, secret from those passwordless, but once in, one snakes along this sinuous passage toward E, which sighs like a wind-filled cavern in the fold of a word so bare it exposes the language of pores opening like stomata along nerve-laden skin, of tongues probing tasting moistening unveiling revealing the voracious pulse and press of pelvis belly even neck, bared for the thin membrane of skin, primordial as sound rising from ancestral marrow formed of molten rock and sky-filled sea before X marks the space within and between.
Thank you to the editors of HOT FLASHES: sexy little stories and poems for first publishing this poem.

Fame puts you there where things are hollow.
John Lennon to David Bowie before Bowie’s mega-fame

Your heart is the size of an ocean; Go find yourself in its hidden depths. Find sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart. ~ Rumi~