For Pearl

Pearl lay sprawled, limp, in the fallen oak leaves, the mid-September heat warming the coarse white hair on his side. Orange spots drifted like continents across his ribcage, and on his belly the pink and black mottling of skin could be seen. Oh, the mystery of dogs! His side rose and fell with each breath, … Continue reading For Pearl


Last night, in my van, after work, the rain wouldn’t stop falling. Flooding! Endless! Dark and dampening rain! And the rear doors on my van don’t seal properly, it was in an accident, the water drips down on my collection of books- What We Leave Behind, Mrs. Dalloway, Shadows on the Koyukuk. I sat watching … Continue reading rain