fimmtudagur, desember 17, 2015

hawk eye


No. A shadow in the branches. 

Dark in the long, mid-morning winter sun and especially stark through polarized glass. The signature of one branch crossing another.

Or maybe a nest.

mánudagur, desember 14, 2015

dogs in a mixed-faith household

Transitioning from Hanukkah season to Christmas season: gentile dog finds and eats two nights' stash of Hanukkah gelt, then cheerfully poops out glitter.

Sabbath loaf: Long thought to be mythical (intermittant sightings never confirmed) but recently found to be a very unstable object with half-life measured in fractions of nanoseconds when in the presence of Jewish dog.

Is the Jewish dog Reform, Conservative, or Orthodox? Reform. Jewish dog does not keep kosher. (Poop is not kosher, not even when pooped by a dog who does keep kosher.)

Is the Jewish dog observant at all? Possibly: Jewish dog would not eat non-kosher-for-Passover matzoh on Passover. However, the matzoh was several years past its sell-by date.

Is gentile dog Christian? Unlikely. Has been known to pee on the Christmas tree.

What is gentile dog's cultural-religious background? Possibly indigenous Siberian, unevangelized. Ritual behavior includes veneration of food offerings and lengthy performance of chant-songs.

laugardagur, apríl 25, 2015


Coyote in the Bronx. Puma in Hollywood. Boar in the city of bears, in Berlin, now Boar-lin? Even the fertile family of squirrels who have made the neighbors' eaves into a rodent-filled clown car make me smile.

I cringe at the news that escaped bison, west-bound, took the mighty Hudson in easy hooféd stride but were felled with lead. It is well that the authorities raised their rifles with sadness. Show some respect. These cliff-headed beasts were the gods of the plains. Make way, make way, and tip your brow, raise your eyes in awe as they pass.

If I had it to choose which kind of muzzle were aimed at me in the assumed safety of my streets,
the one that barks bullets or the one that bites, I would chose the whiskered one. We have claimed everything here. Would we lose so much by giving back the night? It was never our native land, and we hold it by force.

Bring the cat in and go inside. Let the coyotes patrol our cities for us. Make way, make way for the gods of the land. Tip your brow and raise your eyes in awe.

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