Category archives: canis poeticus
These are the canines in my family. I combine my photographs of them with the words they inspire. Occasionally I ramble, but generally I try to do what most editors and all good poets do best: keep it tight, cut the crap.
Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read. ~Groucho Marx (1890 – 1977)
so close to mine, makes me wonder where I end and you begin, or if we do.