The World is a Blind Man

Dear Diary, The weather has changed, but the ticks are still with us. Not a day goes by that my mom Blue isn’t picking one off my neck. So much fear over a creature that carries disease and suffering in its tiny body. I have seen them lay waste to the pups, but for some…

The Lotus Eaters

Time escapes the mind softened by brain inhibitors meant to ease pain or render a restless people into mindless oblivion. It is easier to let decisions be made for you, easier to go along because, what the hell, there’s shopping to be done, bills to be paid, a vacation to take and appetites to be…

The Cone of Shame

[Upstairs in the Stone House] TESSA Help me! If you are reading this please call 911 and have them come rescue me. I’m being kept against my will in the tower of the Stone House. I am in lock down, but you can send me a message to say that help is on the way….

Living In Eden

[Assorted conversations recorded over two weeks at the Stone House] Something weird is going on around here. Things keep popping up out of nowhere. Strange objects and wild animals coming out of the woods and falling from the sky. Can you see it? There over my left shoulder. It’s weird right or is it just…

The Dance of Pain

[TESSA Begins] What is this thing called pain felt by every animal? I think of things like this in the long hours before dawn, when mom and the pups are asleep and I sit in the window watching the moon cast shadows on the pond. Oddly there appears to be more than one kind of…

Our Means of Salvation

[MAYA NARRATES] Mom’s reading Gandhi again, which is fine unless she is telling me that “Self-restraint is the means of salvation”, when to a terrier there is no such thing as restraint or salvation. It is spring here and the Stone House pulses with the awakening of new life emerging from the deep sleep of…