Today's poem on Rattle is a nice one, which might elicit a weary smile or rueful chuckle. It does what #poetry can do better than most any other form: carry deep concepts forward through slight images, quotidian scenes.
This one's title encapsulates that range well: it *is* about dogs, and grief! But mostly, it's about how we move through the world with our wounds. Imperfectly. Messily. Fill with embarrassment, some days. But pressing on, all the same.
*Filled, but eff it. The typo stays in the picture.
I'm off to teach.
The night sky is heavy with storm clouds and distant flickers of lightning. On my laptop, I have a window open to scenes half a world away, where the sky lights up for reasons far worse. 🖤
Night CoSo.
Be gentle wherever this hard world allows.
