After the Last Snow

He slushed through the yard with the dog, Mosey, looking for the salsa garden covered with snow. A foggy down comforter was spread across the cold compost pile. Mosey gave it the once-over and waggled on. Through the grey branches of the bald maple, the wintry sun dripped a wet, molting light. “I think I’ve…

Big Dogs in Tall Grass

On the beach at Refugio we walked under palms through sea grass Small waves rolling off the point from curlers coiled and we’re Young and unafraid holding our long boards against our hips and in Summer surfers with yellow and green bangs and those days only a few dogs Peopled the campground under the fat…