Dogslandia

  Volunteer-run Writers orgs do more than just shoot themself in the face in public with regularity, and those missions are worth continuing...

There will come a day when you hold a baby for the last time: someone's errant crawler and a stair too close, so pick the baby up and ho...

 To the spider on my side view mirror Whose web was made in three days rest If I were kinder I’d have moved your nest Before I drove upon th...

 Old men: no one will love you enough to save you Even god, himself, reserves his salvation for the time beyond when all needs fade, your en...

 A strong man icefishing in a large house pulls up a golden koi from the hole in the floor his child meanders to see, a toddling poorly bloa...

 to stand, if must, among the stacks of books in old books, the kind that smell like something whose smell is known to you, and feel shook a...

 I'm sort of amazed at how self-professed lovers of science fiction and fantasy on-line always seem to roll up with the same ten or twel...

The devil cannot be the devil all the time How can anyone sustain a hate without  a little sweetness in the kindling, without A little cozy ...

 In the morning, what drags me from my bed Are the creatures that demand my care: the fish In their prison awaiting the warden’s blessed dis...

 I had a dream again about the bad times I was playing with my son in his room Laughter, telling stories to kids at home Is one of the great...

 The bear will take your heartbeat and there's nothing you or I can do about it, not because they're bears Huge, hulking things with...

 To live with a bear is to live with teeth Jaws strong enough to crush a coconut And a smell like death where it breathes The scratches on t...

 There is a bear in the house with us It goes where it will, growls and ambles We must be quiet, and stay calm, don’t stumble The bear will ...

A village of protagonists, all on quests, assemble: I have to explain, sometimes, to a person grown, That when they are no longer in the roo...