Black Dog Fishing
He wishes he had the wherewithal to breathe water. To sink willingly, without drowning, and be surrounded but still himself, a nested bubble in a force that would hold him. It weaves...
The Black Dog Tries to Meditate
Oh, to be like smoke when he comes apart, and move, in pieces, unbothered by the tangible. He watches it rise up while he lies there, heavy as sand and twice as disparate. It’s only pieces, but while he sprawls and...
Black Dog Escapism
He's a getaway vehicle tethered at the curb loaded chambered on someone else's word sidelined spectator a non-participant to the greatest heist in history watching them be wolves and run circles round the...
Black Dog Becoming
He’s a timelapse immobile a guardian statue enthroned in his own skull waiting for the flickering world to overgrow him. They told him he had to walk on come to heel or he’d be left behind, but here in a temple...
Black Dog Kintsugi
He’s grown dull, a dropped vessel, only sharp around the edges where he’s meant to join, the smashed cup whose pattern lost all meaning since the crash. The most beautiful thing about him was the sound he made when, finally, ...
The Black Dog Learns to Read
Wet at the eyes, he’s left squinting in the light of something that never touched him, extinct as stars, the prolonged exposure of headlights blurring as they unravel going the other way. If only it were as distant. That is...
The Black Dog Takes a Walk
In their sticky orange glow, coddled by a glare that doesn’t pretend to fend the monsters off anymore, the Black Dog struggles to even stretch his legs, to open his jaws, in streets that would just as soon narrow the mind as the...
The Black Dog Chases Foxes
The quick brown fox jumps over the Black Dog. At his best, fated to befriend the hand of every man to ever raise one to him, the Black Dog gawps envious at the first russet glance. Bewildered as he heaves ponderous...
The Black Dog Bites
“I bite.” Refrain of the cornered animal, of the ones who see red and feel it turn white hot. I bark despite the fact that, actually, it's much worse to be bitten, as anyone twice shy will attest, and...
The Black Dog Swallows the Light
You’d think he’d thrash around more, red-mawed, wild-eyed and thirsting. Instead his body makes a meek spiral, and he lets it stay a malign sizzling in his chest, for fear that if the gate of teeth should breach it would...