The Shakespearean sonnet about my dog

The Shakespearean sonnet about my dog

You hound are a starry night over fog, fallen in love with the Epiphany. The moon may be mine! Told the moony dog. With you tender garden – is so dreamy. Bewitchment of stars, your ability. Your hunting is dearer observation. A moonlit night is your eternity. May the...
When You Figure Out

When You Figure Out

“to breathe is a fraud” [this is an unbosomed secret, a chaperone’s murmuring parable]  — “it is a gift, or fairly like it. . . with a gleam: mint and pristine”, a celibate I assume. it is a virtuous reproach deposed from gods and...
Soft Shadows

Soft Shadows

Soft Shadows by Adam Chabot https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/06/Soft-Shadows-Adam-Chabot.mp3            It’s late but Benny and I are sipping Dewar’s and celebrating Dad’s 65th birthday on the deck that overlooks the backyard....
Neighborly Behavior

Neighborly Behavior

            I read in a book once that neighbors ask each other for cups of sugar, and it is a Sunday afternoon, and I have nothing else going on, so I shrug into my jacket and head out my door.             It is too warm for my jacket, a hardy green thing that’s...