Gyre

A year ago we said our final goodbye to Angus, stroking him as the pentobarbital dimmed his eyes, sweet boy reposed in the back of the Jeep now owned by the man and woman who bred him. A few weeks ago, on our final day as residents of chukar country, knowing later that evening we'd …

Peat Won

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita... About halfway through his life, Peat has finally realized his incessant hope for a sibling who'll play with him. It took less than a week. In Peat's five full years with Angus, Angus rarely deigned even to humor Peat's attempts to play. Peat never stopped trying, but whether …

Bloom One

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. -- James Joyce, Ulysses Related by blood both to Angus and Peat, Bloom, finally, like the spring, has arrived. It's amazing our capacity for forgetting. The sudden shift of frame a puppy brings: Peat's now the mature, even stately, one. I expected …

Sea Change

appointed places set in motion like seasons. We are like salmonswimming against the mutation of current to findour heartbroken way home again, weight of red eggs and need. -- Gloria Bird, (Spokane), from "Images of Salmon and You" I grew up on the Pacific. 21 years ago I moved to Idaho. I thought I'd work …

Dreams

I can't imagine being an insomniac; sleep has never been a problem for me. Almost every night like clockwork Bob wakes up around 2:30 or 3 and turns on the bedside lamp and starts reading a book and will read for at least a couple of hours. Most nights, I'll wake up, glance at him …