Old Dog Inside
My teeth are worn, some are broken.
The jaw mangled from tearing flesh and chopping meat.
The organs are old, but still working, Hearts still pumping, pushing the blood, flowing the mud beneath my skin.
I get in the car, go to work. I get in the car, and go home.
I sit in my room and stare at the wall, trying in vain to forget it all.
I don’t believe in drinking, so it’s rough… I’m not that tough, but I try.
I sit still and meditate, keep my peace in this oversized hovel.
Out in the middle of nowhere, there are stars.
Big ones, little ones… I don’t look at them though. They’re boring to me, I don’t hunt either. I don’t fish, I don’t go to the mall. I don’t chase women, or ride a motorcycle anymore.
I don’t climb mountains, drive around, golf, walk the dog, pet the cat, or eat the goldfish.
I’m boring as hell… that’s why I write so much.
I’m a monk.
Hello! We’re D.J. Hoskins
We are Davena and Jason Hoskins, co-authors of 30+ books and siblings who write under the pseudonym D.J. Hoskins. Three years apart and in our twenties, we have been fascinated by stories from a young age. Davena is a student attending Princeton University, and Jason attends Georgetown University.
