Beagle in the City #220

Ethan: Good lord, none of my pants fit anymore. Are you kidding me! I have got to work out.

Garf: Yes, I know what you mean. I’ve gotten fat too. We’re not as young as we used to be.

Ethan: I’m still young.

Garf: I remember once in ’97

Ethan: you weren’t here back then…

Simon: What’s a ’97 dad?

Ethan: Oh god.

Simon: Dad, you know what would make you feel better? A couple of cheeseburgers and some tator tots. Maybe some ice cream.

Ethan: No from now on, We’re eating healthy.

Garf: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Before we all get motivated, and start changing things. Maybe we should take a nap first. I always take naps first.

Simon: Naps!

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Gone

All the versions

Of ourselves

We try to forget

And you struggle to remember

How you got here

And all the awkward

Conversations

You held so tight

The connotations

The invitations

The desperate flight

They are all suddenly

Sand in a jar

Soon to be

Gone

Gone

Gone in the wind

And suddenly

We are older

And trying to remember

How many steps forward we made

And to all of the steps back

Hoping we have enough time

To climb back up again….

Beagle in the City #219

Bodies and Smiles

Friday, 10:30 am

Strange foot prints from an apparent unseen figure appear leaving a double murder.

Ethan: Homicide, If you’re going to write a report you need to say it right.

Simon: Shut up, you are not a good partner right now. I knew I should have brought Garf. He’s street smart. I’m going to call it in.

Ethan: I’m just saying.

Simon: This is Dog Bonz to Shelter. I have a double Homicide with apparent foot prints that are untraceable.

Garf: Guys we’re out of goldfish crackers. Also, I have to pee.

Simon: Don’t go in the office!

Ethan: Use the pad!

Simon: How do you expect him to learn anything!

Garf: I was supposed to use the pad? I thought that was to protect the floor. Like, go anywhere but here…

Ethan: Seriously?

Garf: also, you guys have a serial killer on your hands. Another body was found. As well as more crackers. I’m gonna kill some goldfish.

Simon: Wait! A killer?

Ethan: What did you think Homicide and murder was?

Simon: I don’t know. But not this, I’m not chasing a killer. I’m too young to die. I have too many things to do.

Ethan: Like what? You sleep all day and steal my sandwiches!

Simon:Well, you make crappy sandwiches!

Ethan: then stop stealing them!

Simon: Wait…what if this is an alien life force?

Ethan: I don’t think that’s what this is though…

Simon: It would explain the prints…they just disappear!

Garf: I’m about to abduct some more cheese and crackers…

Ethan: But why leave the bodies?

Simon: Maybe they got everything they need?

Ethan: Maybe they’re still looking?

Simon: We’re going to need to look at some more clues…

Garf: Blues –

Simon: Don’t say it!

Ethan: I told you not to radio everything in….

Beagle in the City #218

Dear doggie journal;

Today, me and dad picked up trash! We went through our regular walk and also picked up all the trash. And then we went to the re- re-sike-a-ling to see all the dumpsters!

Ethan: Hey guys I’m home….what did you do?

Simon: …nothing…we just waited here …you know, for you. Which you’re here now, so yay!

Ethan: you did something, I can tell…I don’t know what it is…but I’m going to find out.

Simon: Hey you must have had a hard day at work. How about you go to rain room and wash off.

Ethan: It wasn’t the trash…

Simon: I watched a great documentary today. It was called the X-Files!

Ethan: Simon,That’s not a documentary. It’s just TV.

Simon: Yes it is! How, how do you explain the pictures! And the videos! I saw it. You can’t stop me from believing dad. My eyes have been opened.

Garf: Yup, mine too. We both believe.

Ethan: No more leaving the tv on for you guys…

Simon: You can’t take the truth away from us dad.

Ethan: You ate all the food off the counter!?!

Simon: You know what’s really funny, I found a great comedy show called The Nightly News! I don’t think any of it was real.

Starlight

All the flowers grow

At night

And

The roots

Grow deep

And we are not saints

The dust doesn’t just stick

To our shoes

In the morning light

It’s behind our eyes

It’s in our lungs

And we have the cough to prove

Maybe I’m not a poet

But I see you across the room

Hair fire red

tougher than the rest

A fast machine

When the lights go out

The moon in your eyes

Giving the wolves

A reason to scream

You’ll make me believe –

But that’s not why I’m here

Because 6 out of ten nights

I just want to be close to you

And I’ll walk the line

This isn’t us against the world

You’re the only world I’ll ever need

As long as you love me

I’d walk with you

Every night

And we would wait as the gardens grow

And the earth is reborn

-regardingsamuel.com

Photo origin – Ethan Bethune

Bleeding Ink #1206

Three hundred thousand miles

And the meter runs …

Dust on your shoes

The dreams

Inside

You’re building –

The weight

You carry –

This old house

Gets so worn down

It’s morning

&

You feel

You’re already

Out of time –

Feel the weight on your

Shoulders

Feel the darkness cloud the sky

A hundred days of rain

And it’s alright –

-regardingsamuel.com

Image origin unknown