May your days be hairy, and bright.
And may all your puppy dogs be white.
I’m dreaming of a white puppy
Just like the ones I used to pet
Where the Labs are wagging
And the hounds are dragging
Their ears, blithely to the vet.
I’m dreaming of a white puppy
With every furry friend I see
May your dogs be givers of glee
And may all your puppy dogs lack fleas.
Hope RekindledThis past week has given us more hope for our diseased republic than any other time in 50+ years of paying attention. Observing and participating in a long-overdue peaceful uprising, occupying the streets, feeling the righteous energy of people of all ages, colors, faiths, and wealth (or lack thereof), has…
The poet Jennifer Battisti was a Las Vegas latchkey kid, with casino employee parents. Off Boulder Highway, her extraordinary memoir, some of it fictionalized, much of it beautifully poetic, all of it alarmingly real, makes the performative Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas seem like a sanitized Disney fantasy. Sloppy sex, meth addiction, blackout drunkenness...
