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“I don’t even want to come in out of the rain.”
“Snow would be the easy / way out—that softening / sky like a sigh of relief / at finally being allowed / to yield. No dice.”
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Rita Dove, “November for Beginners”
November 26, 2025 at 1:19 AM
Today in Cattle Thing Can Help: “I know you’re working so I brought you my toy so we can play while you work.”
November 20, 2025 at 2:12 AM
A very happy six months of life to Wayout’s Gone Loud, called Gideon, and sibs. Apocalypse days call for apocalypse dogs, and it’s an honor and brings me such joy to watch this little one learn who she is.
November 12, 2025 at 6:17 PM
My favorite part of life with cattle things today is that every time I ask a dog, “What are you doing?” the answer is I HELP BETTER in the least helpful but most sincere way possible. Cleaning the yard? Chopping potatoes? Retrieving a ball from inside the temp fencing (again)? Cattle thing can help!
November 6, 2025 at 10:43 PM
Transported some sandwiches at a different polling place this evening and was awarded another sticker. Just to write a thousand times on the chalkboard, “I will not troll the internet with an extended voted-twice bit,” before they’d let me leave.
November 5, 2025 at 1:35 AM
Almost forgot to grab a sticker, but the poll workers had my back.
November 4, 2025 at 6:04 PM
“Every time we love we’re saying, / Let it ride / and what’s on the table / is the rent money. / And every time we stride again / out into the crisp desert night / our fists shoved deep into empty pockets / we know ourselves for losers.”

Jack McCarthy, “The Spaces Between”
November 2, 2025 at 2:23 AM
Baby’s first beach.
October 30, 2025 at 6:26 PM
T vibes so husky now that I have a houseful of cattle dogs, which is wild given that he’s really quite cattle doggy by comparison when hanging with literally anything else.
October 28, 2025 at 11:28 AM
When I talk about Gideon’s “you see this shit?” check-in face, is what I mean. Cracks me up every. Single. Time.
October 28, 2025 at 11:26 AM
How it started / how it’s going.
October 9, 2025 at 1:02 PM
“And I feel terrible about the whole argument between / free will and destiny. All that I want is everything I want. / Music and rain and slight variations between the two.”

Clay Matthews, “Poem in Which I Sort of Break Down”
October 2, 2025 at 4:43 PM
“There is more and more I tell no one, / strangers nor loves. / This slips into the heart / without hurry, as if it had never been. / And yet, among the trees, something has changed. / Something looks back from the trees, / and knows me for who I am.”
September 24, 2025 at 4:54 PM
“I want someone / to have a crush on me / for a change”

R. Eirik Ott, “Crushworthy”

(The puppy is steadfast in her quest to convince Titus that she is Very Grown Up and Extremely Cool. Gettin’ there!)

#apocalypsedogs #dogwalking #morningwalk #touchgrass #dogs #poetry #theyregooddogsbrent
September 24, 2025 at 3:21 AM
“That’s me, looking for a chance to call / home and say, I have not abandoned you, / Hope.”
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-Bruce Bond, “Circle”

#morningwalk #touchgrass #dogwalking #otherpeoplespoetry #morelight
September 23, 2025 at 4:03 AM
“Ten-year-olds / should stick with burning houses, car wrecks, / ships going down—earthbound, tangible / disasters, arenas / where they can be heroes. You can run / back into a burning house, sinking ships / have lifeboats, the truck will come / with their ladders, if you jump / you will be saved.”
September 17, 2025 at 11:48 AM
“The first day it feels like fall / I want to tell my secrets / recklessly until there is nothing / you don’t know that would make / your heart change years from now.”
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-Stacie Cassarino, “Midwest Eclogue”
September 14, 2025 at 1:55 AM
“Say, It doesn’t matter. Say, That would be / enough. Say you’d still want this: us alive, / right here, feeling lucky.”

- Ada Limón, “The Conditional”

#morningwalk #dogwalking #otherpeoplespoetry #touchgrass #dogs
September 6, 2025 at 5:34 PM
Praise the poem / I was trying to finish / when you showed up / at my door.
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Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, “Isn’t Every Love Poem an Unfinished Love Poem?”
August 29, 2025 at 12:38 AM
Tried to draft an emotional support puppy for this week’s @1000yearspath.bsky.social session, but turns out she rolls great on initiative and really wants to eat my mic.
August 8, 2025 at 2:57 PM
“How am I supposed to nap under these conditions*?”
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*Wearing a harness
August 1, 2025 at 4:37 PM
“I loved / what was not slave or instinct, that when you turn to me
it is a choice / […] / more light, more light, / your hand against my shoulder, the image / of the one who taught me disobedience / is the first right of being alive.”

-Paisley Redkal, “Why Some Girls Love Horses”

#justpuppythings
July 31, 2025 at 12:38 AM
We’ve all been there.
July 28, 2025 at 4:46 PM
“But hearts don’t break, / y’all, / they bruise and get better. / We were never tragedies. / We were emergencies. / You call 9 – 1 – 1. / Tell them I’m having a fantastic time.”

-Buddy Wakefield, “We are emergencies”

#dogs #morningwalk #poetry
July 25, 2025 at 6:03 PM
“Do the Norfolk fens instead. Better / yet, East Anglia in its future state, quite utterly / submerged like a sodden Constable. Come on, / get your coat, I’ll show you. You won’t need your shoes.”
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Emily Hasler, “Cartography for Beginners”
July 23, 2025 at 11:31 PM