Day 7: My Life is a Game of Jenga

Another poem produced in the rush of my lunch break. I need to get back to my morning writing and branch out a little more with both my form and subject matter. Another block pulled and placed…

Day 81: A Simple Game

There’s an empty set of lots across from where I live. They’re my dog’s favorite place to play. Unfortunately they’ve been so overgrown lately we haven’t been able to use them. They were mowed yesterday and we were able to have a great game of fetch and I saw the face of unmitigated happiness. I’m firmly of the opinion that dogs are evidence of the divine.

(Note, the picture with this post is not my own puppy)

A Simple Game