Lost

“Donde estamos?” She looked at me as if she wasn’t sure what I was asking.  I waited, my pulse continuing…

The beagle

The woman turned the corner at University and began heading down the block.  She walked with a beagle. It was…

Near miss

The deer stood on the shoulder.  It blended in with the bare winter branches.  I didn’t notice see it until…

Redemption

I was dribbling a basketball around a cone at half court.  The music from the turntables stopped and I took…

Two dog poems

The villanelle is my favorite form.  I love the way that really good ones sail out, taking your breath away. …