Kevin Kuzma

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Words are my only evidence that I have a shadow in this world. Only with a commitment to notebook and pen, early mornings in cold leather-backed chairs or empty dining room tables - and opening my senses - am I able to coax them out.

Free of the Leash
Sunday, October 12th, 2008

The dogs are chasing something along the fenceline that they can’t leave alone, a terrible way to spend one of the last warm autumn afternoons. Their barking has set off the dog across the street, Bodie, a hunting dog that spends most of his waking hours inside a small cage built beneath his owners’ elevated deck.

When they let him out, it’s usually late in the evening, well after dark, and his master plays fetch with him in the halo of porch light. He’s an exhuberant dog and surprisingly gentle for animal that is caged so often. He fetches whatever his owner throws and brings it back on the trot to the man’s hand. (more…)

Good Boy, Stripe
Thursday, October 9th, 2008

The kitten does not keep the same hours as we do. At three in the morning, he attacks any feet that move under the covers or that happen to touch down on the cold carpet just outside the master bath.

Stripe, the gray-backed cat with white fur reaching from his neck to far under his belly, has impeccable timing and a cunning attack style. His assaults are so well executed, it’s as though he sharpens his claws for hours waiting for one of the humans he shares a bed to make a middle-of-the-night restroom visit, then strikes. (more…)