Tuesday, January 31, 2017

There was only the moon. A perfect crescent. Tilted upwards. And above it, a single star. Blazing. 

‘Wow,’ the boy said, and the three dogs looked to the sky.

‘It’s my birthday star,’ Pete said, when it was clear that everyone was amazed. 

The big dogs looked at Pete, and then to the boy, who was looking at Pete as well. 

Pete only continued to look upwards. At the star. His birthday star. 

‘Snacks and presents,’ he finally said, and turned and marched back to the house.                


Sunday, January 22, 2017

On warm nights when the moon is full, the big dogs stay outside. And when they bark at the things that howl and screech, little Pete and I raise our heads to listen, then move closer to each other and wonder until we fall back to sleep.  

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Blue Jays and Red birds fill the bare branches, a curious Spring. 


Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Pete wants me to sew pockets on to his new dog jacket. For provisions.