I remember my father going to the chicken pen to select the birds that were going to die. Sometimes Dad...
My father had been in and out of the hospital for fifteen years. He survived three heart attacks, cancer, multiple...
Bug had the farthest to drive, but he was the first to arrive. Was it a coincidence that he was...
I was my paternal grandfather’s least favorite grandchild. My father’s parents lived in Marshall, a small town to our west,...
I know a boy who loved too much. He’s my cousin, Toby. I first noticed when he was seven, two...
The Sugars of Existence What he feels, he acts upon; What determines truth describes consequence. Aspens in the high country,...
The Old Hotel at the End of Night I haven’t the least idea where it was, possibly somewhere in...
Baling Hay with Glen From an old head injury, Glen’s hands twitched. When the wires burst inside the baler I’d...
Rural Voices Measures of separation These mountains between Stakes set by generations Traveling the same Wilderness between sunsets These colors...
Grieving Horses The last thing I expected turning into the gravel drive were four red manes bowing over a split...
Swans When the four emerged from the eggs, I knew the odds. One or two would make it. The others...
Stepping out of the truck, I took a deep breath. I tried to remind myself that this was the same...