To Dog

In the early days of the Amazon Kindle, there existed a forum community unlike any other, comprised of readers who marveled at and embraced a new technology. One such forum member called himself “Dog.” He was an older gentlemen, and it saddened us all when he passed away. I drudged up this response to his passing from a file ten years old now and counting.

To dog:

Friend,
The time has flown,
The day gets on
With its gray, clouded empire
Sharply waning toward the dusk.
(The tic-clink winding of a watch
Mingling with the cold and cheerless sky).

Later, tequila finds me
Framing memories of you
With not enough rusted nails
To rust to sleep
In cellars marked with webs
Of darkened silk-like words
That snare the mind in jest
And boundless play.

Dusk is not the end,
Old friend, dreamer
Who endured us all
With a thousand fragment-laughs
And fleeting thoughts like spinning coins
That only patience purchased for a while.

And where does it find you?,
Where leave you now?
Bitter-proud hearts of a family,
Stagnant cells of posts
Fondly recalled in tones of sepia
From time to saddened time
Cannot contain you.

Rest in peace, old dog,
Never rust away
In frames of brittle memory
Nor the graying silence of a day.

Author: Benjamin Brunson

Benjamin Brunson (born 1975) started writing at the age of 7, when his father encouraged his pounding out of stories about a certain movie archaeologist on a family typewriter. He grew up in an era when action movies were iconic, and comic books were a mere 75 cents and available at every grocery store and corner gas station. His imagination was further fueled by a mother who introduced him to books and reading at an early age, eventually gifting him with copies of Treasure Island and 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. That same mother would also bestow upon him a deep love and respect for the ocean and a good storm. Brunson would go on to participate in a creative writing magnet school program in his high school years in Montgomery, Alabama, where he became co-editor of the program’s literary magazine under the tutelage of Jerry Lawrence. At Auburn University, he majored in English and Literature, and quickly landed a spot as the film critic for the campus newspaper. The professors he would encounter in his collegiate career, namely Dr. Oliver Billingslea and Dr. Suzie Paul, would inspire him and help shape and steer his lifelong dream of creating fiction. In 2003, a major television network would cancel Brunson’s favorite sci-fi show about a group of ragtag misfits who, aboard a cargo spacecraft, took on various odd jobs in order to cull out a living and keep on flying. Feeling as if a deep void had been created in his life from the loss of the show, Brunson channeled his love for the ocean and began scribbling the notes for a handful of newly created characters and locations. These notes would, fourteen years later, form the basis for his monthly oceanic adventure saga, Blue Daunia.

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