John Dodds

John Dodds

Among Animals

Fidora Fidora sits on my lap as if this is where she has always belonged. There is no negotiation in it, no asking permission. Her weight settles, warm and certain, and soon the purring begins—low, steady, a small engine of contentment. Her paws knead as if the world were still soft enough to shape, as […]

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Out of Fashion

A letter to my fellow Agenarians I want to ask a simple question; one I suspect many of us carry quietly. So much of what is called progress no longer feels personally relevant. The past has been lived. The future no longer presses. The present is shaped largely by what life has already given. Am

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