As the November 2018 Senate and House of Representatives elections in the U.S.A. approach, we are again struggling to vote from abroad. So it’s time to send this blog out again!
My fingers tremble, my breath rasps. I flex my thigh muscles and prepare to leap . . . do the long jump . . . go far . . . over the ocean to reconnect with my people, my roots, my dirt.
But first, there’s this little thing called bureaucracy:
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Here’s a reblog of a poem for National Dog Day, just a little late.
Fen and Petals (2)
He’s dark,
although
Fensitively playful
he’s a son of a bitch
golden, but he has
wild plays
barked upon the field stage
with romping floppy ears
and a dear puppy attitude
retrieving a Labradorean
heritage cool
His Father it is said
was a shepherd who liked lamb chops,
but then in fending for himself
Fen will some day
wolf down Wiener schnitzel
romping with élan and bark
Sister Petals is a dog too
whose nickname is Flower Child,
but she knows she’s a dog
because she knows
how to fight Fen
with gentle teeth-to-teeth,
mouth-to-mouth, and
the canine literati
call her a wag, but
though play is like an apéritif,
lately, he’s been of-Fen-sive
getting under Petals’ belly
and knocking her over; oh no,
but she’s learned a de-Fen-se:
a self-imperative,”Petals down”
Soon dog treats are found, they
bounding into the kitchen
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