The Dog of Eight Breaths
11 August 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry
What sigh are you
keeping, well?
What reserve in store,
what cloud before you
reap? From the leavings
of whose field harvest
wind to speak?
The Dog of Wind
8 August 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry
In the spirit of breathing I
Am before the face of I
Am in the image still I
Must eat or wear out I
The Dog of Clarity
5 August 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry
Sometimes I feel
like a dog in the sky,
a constellation of mostly not-me.
The Dog of History
2 August 2008
Vol. 8, No. 2
poetry
Your snout slit: biolology miff muff myth
Up front: scent enter
Aside: the slag
So as they say about shall the twins meet
And say get yers from out my line
And a line goes one way forever

