Beagle in the City #237

Garf: I really mean it this time. I really gotta go.

Ethan: you better, it’s midnight. I’m not taking you out again.

Garf: Don’t worry man!

Ethan: It’s freezing, Garf! Hurry up!

(Wind blows wind chimes)

Garf: Did you hear that?

Ethan: No

Garf: oh no, is it witches?

Ethan: No, hurry up.

Garf: Run!!!!

Garf: Never mind, you know, going to the bathroom is over rated, I’ll just hold it till I die. I don’t guess I really gotta go.

Ethan: I’m gonna punch you in the nose.


Beagle in the City #236

Ethan: So, How are my guys, what did you do today?

Garf: Well, first I got up and moved my blanket. Then I got it just right but I was tired again, so I took a nap.

Simon: I ate some breakfast, took a nap, drank some water.

Ethan: Don’t you guys DO anything?

Garf: Oh I got in the bathroom trash! Does that count ?

Ethan: No.

Garf: Before you get mad, I can negotiate, I have an embarrassing Christmas time photo of another puppy dog…

Simon: He’s lying dad! Don’t listen to him…pictures aren’t real…Look at me dad. Look at me.

Garf: Then what are these!!!

Ethan: WOW, o.k. Well, first. This is only one photo…so…there’s that. Second, this is awesome. Garfunkel, You’re free to go. The court thanks you.

Beagle in the City #235

Simon: Dad, hey, How’s it going? I noticed you got up. Are you okay?

Ethan: Yeah I just couldn’t sleep.

Simon: That’s ok. I’ll stay up with you. What snacks are we eating?

Ethan: Cheetos.

Simon: what are we watching? Hey that’s Sam! I like that guy.

Ethan: The show, is called “Cheers.”

Simon: No it’s Sam’s show.

Ethan: Okay whatever.

Simon: I’m going to need a Cheeto.


The piano was more difficult to play now, certain chords would go missing….

The same with photographs. Some faces were familiar…others were blackened with ash and she didn’t know them…

Some days she felt like everything was good. She really had a hold on things.

Other days, she would be given a journal

And expected to write…

But the pages were burning

The words were missing…

The safest place was the window on those days.

To just sit and look outside….

She could remember some things…

But it was all the new faces that frightened her.

The new town….

Other days she would work on her next detective novel…

But she always felt, trapped,inside a burning house

And couldn’t shake the feeling,time was running out.

But then, she had felt like this since her early twenties.

Now she was…she was…


Just as time will fade the paint on the corners of the front steps, chip the glass on the coffee cup, Slowly dry the ink in the pen, slowly age the man.

It will slowly chip away at love.

Tough words or tired bodies when we were young, we used to say everyone else just settles….

Now we barely talk anymore

Somehow we don’t even look at each other and it’s just okay.

For days on end we pass each other without anything other than a silent resentment.

When do you know you’re reading from a script that’s killed you off?

Occupying a movie set that’s packed and left…

Does her mind know, or is it her heart?

Does he know? Or is he so far removed that he believes everything is fine

At status quo

What’s the point of signaling a flare

You’re like two ghosts haunting the same house in different centuries

There’s nothing here anymore

It’s all cold

It’s all empty

And no one knows why..

Any cold drafts are blamed on the weather…

The Life of Job

New rebel

Old devil

Wake to the news

All of my people look the same

We are all

just badly dressed

Sara is still depressed

Johnny’s at the bar again

Talkin’ about the government

Saw you online again

Spreadin’ your intelligence

What’s anybody got to say?

We just sound the same

Isn’t it a cryin’ shame

We all got caught in the pouring rain

Jessie’s got her pregnant

Can’t even pay rent

We all know better

We’re all living well

Until we miss a pay check

Then we’re all screwed to hell

Oh well…

Aaron’s in the bathroom


How long was the war again?

Did it ever really end?

Who can tell

The weather man shot that cloud to hell

When he took the draft away

Now there’s no overcast

And they killed the war machine

Or did it just switch garage again

keep working on the change

Staying off the chain gang

They’ll overlook the needle

And throw you away for a leaf

Even if you get free, you’ll never pay the fees

Look out soul

What’s happened to rockin’ roll…

Forget about the cards you’re dealt

There’s no guarantee

Keep your head down

Even when you have a good hand

We all know someone who lost his house back then

History makes a repeat

We’ll all skip a beat

We don’t work like we used to

What on earth will they ever do

Storm’s on the horizon

How’re you gonna make it?

What if you create it…

Dust on Dust

(Bleeding ink )

Dust on dust

Summer starts in June and ends in Jan…

The longer you sit

and hope for a breeze

The more cigarettes you smoke

dehydrate a little more

Everyone loses their voice

eyes dry out

Doesn’t matter anyway

It was a dry county just yesterday

Popping allergy pills

And opioids

Just to get them to the well

The ditches along the railroad dyed from the mills

Now they’re long gone

The trains are stalled

Only the sign is left inside the bar

Where we all gather and talk about how it used to be

Some turned into apartments

Where my dog sits in the window

Looking out for me

It’s difficult for a stranger to remember

But these ghosts

Are all over this place

It took everything from our parents

And they say it will never be the same

They say there used to be standing ground

For 75k people

To play the music

But all of that left some time ago



It feels just like

All of our youth


Spent living

All of our


Spent dying

What’s left

To dream with?

Or are we


To spend the next

Best years


For these answers why…

Don’t let them

Slip you by …

it feels like we all know someone

Who knows someone

Who has a story to tell

About the days gone by

Like a nervous system

Underneath the surface of these streets

We all have something we can finally talk about

But don’t let it get you down


She plans on gettin out

She’s counting the days of the year

Until it gets her right

You can’t sit down and cry about it

You keep moving forward

A little at a time

Working on the change

Staying off the chain gang

That’s how you turn it all around


These are our towns

These are hard times but at least they’re our times

-ethan S bethune