August 15th, 2011

Whale fluke

Can you help a dog in Salem, MA?

This deserves its own entry (I'd previously only linked this on Twitter), so let's take care of that:

Recently Jennifer Williams (octoberland) helped rescue an 8-week-old pit bull puppy named Shadow, and is trying to find a forever home for him. She is not allowed to keep dogs long-term in her place in Salem, Massachusetts.

Jennifer posted about Shadow the dog here, with details about his situation and photos.

Please click on the link and see if you would be able to help in any way. Jennifer can be reached at october_land AT yahoo DOT com or at 978-745-9399.
Me 2 (B&W)

Why? Because, that's why

Hard-boiled poetry is fun to write:

Pulp-Fiction Poetry

Snagged in a barbed-wire smile
Spotlit in the slanted light that stabs through the slats
(But caresses the dame, like the light likes her more)
Pinned down by heat you just have to imagine
-- The cig-smoke you can see, like stains on your eyes --
And by black shadows and the chance for black blood
And by never-more-than-greylight sky
In a place and time where the brightest light is the flash from a gun
-- "You're the one flatfoot who could solve my case," the dame says,
Betting that flattery and a hidden snub-nose will get her everywhere.
(Curves like she's got will do that, too, of course,
curves like a rain-slick mountain road. You know what happens there.)
That dame will just have to learn I have what I call "wire-cutters"...

(Copyright 2011 Christopher Walsh. Attempted sillness inspired by back-and-forth on LJ with greygirlbeast.)

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