i like to look in peoples’ windows while they work that’s why i leave my blinds open

Dogs in heat are validating, yes. And horribly, terribly, irritating. Adolescent boys are just like stupid male dogs. And premenstrual dogs are just like whiny, needy premenstrual female women. And as nice as it is to be validated, I’m rather over having uncut dogs in my home. She bleeds on the floor. He has tunnel [...]

Ya gonna be who ya gonna be Ain’t nobuddy gonna stop ya now But ya sound a little off to me Cuz, ya talkin like ya someone else What happend to tha kid I knew Sweet kid wit a million dreams Gone off and got herself some dope Ass friends and a phat tattoo Gettin [...]

Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one
Who feels less comfortable
Seeing two men holding guns
Than to see them holding hands

(paraphrased quote I read once; can’t get out of my head)

The neighbor’s dog was hit by a car at 11p last night. It woke me up from a deep sleep, and then I couldn’t go back to sleep because I worried about him. The neighbor and the dog.

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Confusion, dog howling, things that go bump in the night
Tearful cries out, ghostly from a canine’s jaw
Teenaged boy sped too much along our residential streets
Shattered right in front of the man of “man’s best friend”
Spent my time praying for them last night

Near the center of the atrium at The Children’s Hospital, an eighteen year old girl with the voice of an angel is sitting on a chair at the center of a semi-circle.

She hesitates for a moment, drops her chin, and her thin dark hair slips across her fingers holding a guitar. She looks up at the children surrounding her.

Some lie on the floor on their bellies, arms curled around pillows, and bald heads cradled by soft hats.

Some lean back in red wagons, teddy bears embraced in hugs, thumbs wrapped by lips.

Some are in wheelchairs, and a few sit at a table with markers and crayons. Several are tied to IV bags, which adorn them as brave hearts.

She smiles at one small boy, and takes a breath.

Her mouth opens, and the sounds of heaven encircle us to the depths of our souls.

Today, I’m grateful for this girl.

Regardless of whether
he does or does not love me
He bats his eyes
And looks at me
with what I would call a longing

Regardless of whether
His pawing at me
Is no indication of loyalty
When he rubs up against me
or reaches for me tenderly
I can’t help but grinning
Because I love this damn cat