Thinking of Dogs

The lingering isolation from COVID has found me still chained to a computer by a demanding Muse. She’s had me all to herself, which apparently, is how she’d like things to remain. (I’m not sure this is an entirely healthy relationship). Yet I stay in it for the fringe benefits--one of them being that four new books got coaxed out of me. And maybe I’ll introduce them to you at a later time...

But the thing is this: If you’re a poet, writer, or artist, your primary job is the practice of your art, the solitary conversation between yourself and the Muse. (And what results from having, seemingly, two mind-streams on the job). The final task is then bringing the fruits of that solitary conversation back to your tribe.

Though more often I keep my poems in captivity for a few years--like wine ageing in the cellar--here’s a video offering one of the new poems that came in a few days ago. It’s called Thinking of Dogs...