EARTHS'S LAMENTATIONA Story by MICHAEL THE VIEW FROM THE their home up near the County line." Serving I have been thinking about this little item that I read in the North County Journal for a couple of months now. It contains the boundaries of a small tragedy. I know we are surrounded by so much blossoming horror in the world ( living in hopeless fear, etc.) that three puppies wandering off isn't very much, but I worry about it and see this simple event as the possible telescope for a larger agony. "...three German shepherd puppies wandered away from their home up near the County line." It sounds like something from a Bob Dylan song. Perhaps they vanished playing, barking and chasing each other, into the woods where lost they are to this very day, cringing around like scraps of dogs, looking for any small thing to eat, intellectually unable to comprehend what has happened to them because their brains are welded to their stomachs. Their voices are used now to cry out in fear and hunger, and all their playing days are over, those days of careless pleasure that led them into the terrible woods. I fear that these poor lost dogs may be the shadow of a future journey if we don't watch out. Revenge of the Lawn This is for Stan, who gave me this book. In order to write you have to read. Brautigan and Bukowski are a couple of my favorites. Renegade This hit me like a ton of bricks this morning, which will kill you, but come to think of it, we are all hit by a ton of bricks over a lifetime and it does kill us.
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2 Reviews Added on November 13, 2008 AuthorMICHAELINDIANAPOLIS, INAboutMale, 58, currently single. Government clerk in Indianapolis. Ex-hippie(well that's an oxymoron). Music and writing are my interests. Play pool pretty good, was a hustler in my youth.Play guitar and s.. more..Writing
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