DonQHoti - Thoughts, Quips and Assorted Stuff

  Beck was the best dog friend I ever had but the night he came after me was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. I knew Beck from the day he was born. Ken and I had adjoining property in Arkansas where we were living off the grid. Whenever Ken and his family traveled I took care of their animals. Ken   wanted to get an Airedale puppy so he made a deal to care for a pregnant female and raise the pups for a couple months. He would get his pick of the litter and the owner would take back Lady, along with the rest of the pups. Or something like that. As I recall, Lady was on the high end of height and weight for a female Airedale and Beck’s father was as well. That made Beck a pretty good size too. I don’t know how much he weighed but I was a bit over 6 feet then and if we were standing together I could touch the top of his head and behind his ears without bending. I think that the parents may have both been registered; if they were, I don’t know if Beck was. The name B...

  Because it broods under its hood like a perched falcon, Because it jumps like a skittish horse and sometimes throws me, Because it is pokey when cold, Because plastic is a sad strong material that is charming to rodents, Because it is flighty, Because my mind flies into it through my fingers, Because it leaps forward and backward, is an endless sniffer and searcher, Because its keys click like hail on a bolder, And it winks when it goes out, And puts word-heaps into hoards for me, dozens of pockets of gold under boulders in streambeds, identical seedpods strong on vine, or it stores bins of bolts; And I lose them and find them again, Because whole worlds of writing can be boldly laid out and then highlighted and vanish in a flash at “delete,” so it teaches of impermanence and pain; And because my computer and me are both brief in the world, both foolish, and we have earthly fates, Because I have let it move in with me right in the tent, And it goes with me out every morning; We f...