How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?
(First read on a Syrian woman known as Levantine)
“When dogs dream they travel between this world and the other world;
when dogs dream they visit the before life and they visit the afterlife.”
~ Denis Johnson from Tree of Smoke
(photo by JES)
When first approached, their
tails gently thump thump thump
yet I have watched these hounds
shred deer to bone licked
clean by ferocious tongues.
Sleeping, they seem no more
than lanky pups, glittering
canines concealed, but virile musk
urges them awake, famished,
no longer kenneled in dreams.
Thank you to the editors of California Quarterly for first publishing “Hounds.”