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Poetry

a dream i had

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I dreamed last night that i was at this heinous work thing (apparently I had been promoted by leaps and bounds – ugh), and my old division manager was hoarding a bunch of messages that were coming in for me because she didn’t want me to leave.

When she finally handed me the pile of messages, there was one (and these are the few that I actually remember “reading” in the dream) from Gary Snyder telling me to stop writing haiku because they were too sing-songy and were wasting my talent. He told me to stop being afraid.

There was another note from another writer telling me to stop being afraid.

Then there was a highfalutin invitation from a prestigious (yet fictional, I think) writers union giving me a full membership and that it didn’t matter that I was hoarding poetry and prose, and it didn’t matter that I wasn’t published much.

It’s those kinds of dreams that make me wonder why I keep spending time doing everything else when I should just be sitting here writing and working on this craft.

Must make more time to write. Period. Full stop. The. End.

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a Two-fer for Shadow

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fur, soft to the touch

toothless, tongue washes my hand

he adopted me

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My feet or hands getting bathed is a daily routine in our house. And a cat only bathes who he feels is his “family”.

he washes my toes

scratchy cat tongue tickles me

purrs his happiness

This is Shadow and he’s the other cat I snatched off my porch after showing up (a couple of times) with injuries to his legs. We became friends on the front porch and, unlike the other cats in the neighborhood, this guy liked to be petted and washed and loved up my feet from our third meeting. He’s a beaten up tom-cat, torn nostril, and scratched up ears. And he has none of his front teeth. At. All. And he’s about to lose 2 more of his molars since his teeth are just bad. While he wasn’t in near the same state as Snuffy, he was such a nice cat and people friendly that I couldn’t bear to leave him to the elements. He’s been with me now for a year. It’s almost like I got a playmate for my then only male in the house, Fozzie. (And I’m pretty sure he’s Snuffy’s dad.)