Robert Iulo

Duke

My father whistled and said, “Here, Boy.” I thought he was calling me. As I went to him, a Boxer puppy ran between my legs, and we both fell in a tangle of limbs. That’s how Duke and I met. I was four years old, and he was eight weeks…

Distinguished Writer of the ArtAscent Animals call for entry. To see the full body of work, grab a copy of the ArtAscent Art & Literature Journal Animals issue.

https://robertiulo.naiwe.com/portfolio/

Subscribe
Notify of
guest
0 Comments
Inline Feedbacks
View all comments