June 7 2020: Systemic Heart Failure

I have my doubts about how this one turned out but the subject matter has been weighing on me since yesterday when an emergency patient came into the animal clinic I work at. She was expanding like the blueberry girl from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

We tapped her like a keg and drained about 4 liters of fluids out over an hour and a half, during which time the vet reviewed her records and explained heart failure to me. I haven’t been able to get out of my head how delicate the whole system of our bodies is. One piece stops working right and everything compounds to come back around and make that one problem worse.

Food for thought: is the system that makes our society so different?

May 29 2020: Waiting

There I always something profoundly sad bout dogs in clinics and shelters. Perhaps because on some level we can all relate.

As an aside, the dog in the photo is from the clinic I work at and he is not snarling—he had an accident a while back and that old injury isn’t why he was visiting. He was simply so striking that I couldn’t resist taking a picture and that one in particular ended up matching so well with today’s poem that I had to use it.

February 26 2020: Pine Spires

Been very much off my writing game lately, especially my poetry. Steadily getting back into the swing of things. Today, this poem just came spilling out. Cringing at my misspelling of the word forest. I actually spelled it right the first time, then the second time my brain malfunctioned and I ended up going back to “correct” myself. Bleh. Anyway, onward!

Pine Spires

February 18 2020: Old Dog, New Puppy

I started my day cuddling my bride, our old dog, and our new puppy. Our old dog has been struggling with our new addition and has felt a little displaced. He was so very happy this morning and has been laying on top of my feet since I sat down with my notebooks and journal to begin my day. I love this dog.

Old Dog, New Puppy

Day 35 & Day 36: Docking; To Start with a Story

I wrote yesterday’s poem but didn’t upload it. Not sure I’m liking it or today’s work. Both feel rough and unfinished to me. Another set to come back to later for revision and exploration.

Docking

To Start With A Story

Day 4: Rebel

The newest addition to our home continues to inspire. She also continues to get so excited she forgets she’s supposed to go to the bathroom outside or on her puppy pad.

Rebel

Day 327: The Puppy Machine

I surprised my bride with a puppy for her birthday. Her name is Whimsy.

Today’s poem is definitely inspired by her and ran a little longer than usual.

The Puppy Machine

Day 284: Fallen; Day 285: Full Deck

Didn’t post yesterday’s poem so it’s joining today’s. On Saturday our friend and neighbor, a US veteran, had to put to sleep his service dog. She had cancer and couldn’t eat anymore. This one’s for them.

Fallen

And today’s poem is me venting. I’m sure every writer or creative feels from time to time that they’re not playing with a full deck…

Full Deck