Behind the Scenes

I'm lucky to live near Prospect Park in Brooklyn, and one of my favorite things is to take walks on weekend mornings at the tail end (pun intended!) of off-leash time. That's where I got the seed of the idea for this poem. What Dogs Know They don’t know who the president is or the latest hateful thing he said They don’t know that when we say the world is on fire it’s only (sometimes) a metaphor They just know the sound of our voice the touch of our hand the smell of treats i

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After reading Charles Bethea's Talk of the Town piece entitled "Dr. Waterfall" in the March 3, 2025 issue of The New Yorker , I felt the...