my mom tried to teach our goats to pee in one certain spot by giving them treats when they’d pee in that spot
they think that now whenever they pee they get a treat
so whenever they see my mom
laughed for a solid five minutes
behaviorism gone wrong
Pavlov is laughing in his grave
"Grief" - Stephen Dobyns
Trying to remember you
is like carrying water
in my hands a long distance
across sand. Somewhere people are waiting.
They have drunk nothing for days.
Your name was the food I lived on;
now my mouth is full of dirt and ash.
To say your name was to be surrounded
by feathers and silk; now, reaching out,
I touch glass and barbed wire.
Your name was the thread connecting my life;
now I am fragments on a tailor’s floor.
I was dancing when I
learned of your death; may
my feet be severed from my body.
"So this morning
I am here, shovel deep in the dirt,
planting a stick of willow. I am sorry it is such
a small one, and I am sorry I will probably
neglect it, though dirt carries on sometimes,
without us, and in astonishing ways. Today, I dig
down for deeper words, a darker way
to explain all my takings, but I hit rocks early, and tire.
If you find the ones I’m looking for, dig them up."
, closing lines to “Shovel,” from Terrain.org: A Journal of Built and Natural Environments
(No. 15, Fall/Winter 2004)
(Source: apoetreflects, via brighteryellow)
Bernie Parent was a National Hockey League goaltender in the 1960’s and 70’s. He played on the championship Philadelphia Flyers teams and was renowned as one of the game’s great players. Known for his eccentricities, he insisted on having a nap before each game with his German Sheppard, Tinker Bell.