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My Job
My Job Slobbery rubber ring coated with sand She holds it, her prize the dare in her eyes Grains on her nose globs on her chin lobs it in the air digs…
Jan 25
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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In My Headlamp at Night
In My Headlamp at Night Heavy fog presses The air so wet it looks like rain, a field of misty dots I swim through Jazz doesn’t notice, doesn’t mind…
Jan 20
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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Old Dog
Old Dog 2009 On the couch, she drops her head in my lap as she has done thousands of times wanting ear rub, soft murmurings, communion. She’s old now…
Jan 14
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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Our Bones Know
Our Bones Know Hunch sixth sense intuition—we don’t agree on the name but there is something our bones know Our dog sits alert, waits at the door We’ve…
Jan 4
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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68 years ago
68 Years Ago Strange, how dates can stick My first pup born this day, whimpers, squeals he swims, driven to find the nipple pushing brothers and sisters…
Dec 30, 2025
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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Another Day
Another Day showing at the skyline slate dawn, somber world shading me gray A mistaken glance at the headlines torn between need-to-know and…
Dec 9, 2025
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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She's Home
She’s Home Our young sick four-legged companion, home at last after seven endless days, not eating or drinking on her own now claiming her couch once…
Oct 31, 2025
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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preferences
preferences two bits I learned tonight—new word ichthys, Greek for fish capitalized, a Christian symbol and my dog has preferences one favorite dog bed…
Oct 25, 2025
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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where will we go when I die?
Sep 26, 2025
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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Sunday slow
Sunday slow sleepy locale low-lying fog just we three husband, dog, me simple footfall cordial quiet slow inhale Jazz’s nose finds fragrant rumors long…
Sep 14, 2025
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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mudpuddling
mudpuddling paws flying she digs, digs deeper flinging sand, sloppy mud I long for her abandon delighting in dirt and disorder dear dog who just doesn’t…
Aug 14, 2025
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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sick dog, again
sick dog, again worried her face so sad nose pressed to her paws won’t drink or eat we think another rock down the gullet—sweet dog, not food!
Aug 8, 2025
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Amrita Skye Blaine
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