GROW TOO TIRED OF CONSCIOUSNESS

We yell at each other until our throats scream.The words (mean) and we know it! It is when we reach unconsciousness: we turn into sweet, tame little cats. Cuddle, we mumble sweetness, we love with honesty. (an accidental poem by kris of ZUPAdream)

In All This Rain

This is a beloved poem from physician-poet John Stone. A few months ago, I lost a dog that was my pet since age 12 and lived with me during part of my adult life. John Stone really captures just how painful losing an animal is with this piece. Especially the last line: “Next dog, IContinue reading “In All This Rain”