rosetta

A photo posted by angelina bellebuono (@a_bellebuono) on Apr 27, 2016 at 5:47am PDT rosetta goat on lap after 10 pm. she still needs morning and evening shots so she sleeps inside in a dog crate filled with hay. since she had never been handled prior to arriving here three weeks ago and had already weaned from mama’s milk, for rosetta, learning to goat is more about trusting humans and getting lots of affection and gentle attention...

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zeppelin, the greyt. {not-so-nine-lives}

A photo posted by angelina bellebuono (@a_bellebuono) on Apr 26, 2016 at 5:36am PDT zeppelin the greyt. {feral turned friend. chicken herder. babygoat watcher. sun chaser.} lost his earthly lives {too few it seems} on the road last night. it hurts the heart to know the void he leaves. peace to you, zepp. you brought greyt magic to our...

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the story i write

{weight | waiting for breath} the cacophony of cicada song and the flimsy silk of spider architecture, the sharp angle of high sun and low shadow cast by the oak tree, heavy-leafed and sentinel in the front yard. i have been lost in all the heat holds dear, adrift in the glare of neon questions and answers in closets without keys. numb, heavy-limbed, i’ve stumbled through summer. it heartens me that the goats ask for little, content with...

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love needs only three legs.

at madison health & rehab, a question is asked: may we have a dog here? the staff & residents vote. the answer is yes. ‘but what dog?’ the residents ask. they visit the humane society of morgan county and meet tres. tres is a stray the group rescued, despite his mouthful of abscessed teeth and his seriously infected leg. but in the hsmc’s care, tres had blossomed, even with three legs and no teeth. for the staff and...

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when the pasture goats go virtual

  i do not know the 380 people who have posted comments or shared on twitter about the essay i wrote for pc gamer magazine. i do not know why they read my words or their stories about why the essay was relevant to them. yet i feel compelled to thank each one, each @ or # or whatever symbol has come to represent a human at a screen. i don’t know if ever in my life 380 people have read my work. i do know 380 people have never before...

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