Author: Candid Corvid Productions

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Altered States

I Almost Let Go Of My Tiger

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“But I knew that it was neither of our faults what stress had brought upon me.

It seemed, as well, that I had developed a type of phobia.

I was afraid to let him touch ground outside of his cattery.

The longterm pressures of the potential danger of the unknown reactions of the other dogs, and the insane amount of mess in layers that their cohabitance had created, had disrupted and arrested my recovery’s development.

I lamented to my youngest about needing to give him up because I needed to reclaim my rightful rule of the upper levels where music papers, plants, and crystals were desired to be my vices.

And then, while I was shadowed by phone call – and even with sense of malaise still pervading – I suddenly released him.

And he spritely popped out with his jaunty positivity – and then ran around joyfully, audaciously reclaiming every memory as he inspected what remained of our former domecility.

The now layers of muddy paw and shoe prints still everywhere waiting to be mopped a final time….

The echoes in a near-emptied building – yet still warmed by the cheerfully-flickering fireplace, around which the four of us had gathered in solidarity to support our beloved blue girl as she was leaving.

My heartbeat…

Our rhythm…

Began to thrum again…

Despite the lack of thaw as winter’s frost upon my soul retains its clinging.

In Dreams

Wherefore Art Thou?

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In the first dream, she found his traces.

But the message come back to her said wait a year.

And she was much aggrieved.

In the second dream, she came upon him in a nondescript setting doing his thing.

“Who is that?” she asked of one of the cafe’s participants.

“Don’t you know?” answered a relaxed fellow, now including her as an insider.

And she was then certain that her love had walked behind a curtain into a hall.

And her hand trembled just a little as she reached out to part the cloth and reveal its contents.

He didn’t look like a presupposition of any type except for his height.

Because she still did not know what he looked like.

But the elements were there…

So she took his hand, ready to bridge into mutual guidance.

A Woman's Plight

Numbers And Type

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“I don’t know for sure…

But when I just had a cat, things were different.

Now that I have dogs, they are more dependant.

But once they are walked, they will laze on the floor.

And the simplicity of this exchange makes me feel resentment when getting yowled at because a cat is bored.

Which then implies that the cat must also be ‘run.’

But getting his stroller in and out of the house is a real chore.”