My friend Willard Cochrane’s last book, The Curse of American Agricultural Abundance, came out in 2003. In that book, he...
TOBY’S SOLILOQUY To think what stands against me still is not the harm of falling off a ladder at two-storey...
Finding a role in my family’s small dairy operation is quite literally the oldest goal I can recall from my...
One Joe Dell, sitting on a basswood stump, looked at the dirty handkerchief, now bloody, that he had wrapped just...
My life as an onion dry skins for compost layers of meaning rings of time faster than a tree cut...
“Morning. Got a visitor?” said Tony. Tony lived next door. It was Tuesday – bin day – and we’d both...
We’d passed Neary’s millions of times. It was about halfway between me and Tobin’s place outside our village. We’d often...
No talking to you now, quiet boy, holding May Elliott’s hand at the back of a ditch standing beside Bobby...
The happiest moment of my life occurred on the day I held in my hands the golden ticket, the winning...
Adam clutches the rim of his Canadian Club and 7-Up, working the room of fellow farmers while I grip the...
Darkroom The past would seem to exist beneath a red light behind a door seldom opened save to revisit photographs...
“Bucolia” was shortlisted for the 2024 Best in Rural Writing Contest by judge Dr. Chea Parton. Learn more about the...