Anhydrous There’s an acre where corn won’t grow From an anhydrous leak 20 years ago When Jerry’s not planting seed...
The following is an excerpt from Irish writer Maura McElhone’s book Falling for a Farmer (2018), published by Mercier Press. * It...
You need to pick up a few things, she told James. I am too tired, he said. Can’t it wait...
The July afternoon suspends thick, golden haze drifting from the wildfires out west. I heft a 50-pound bag of cattle...
Someone, or something, was stealing Jopson’s apple-blossom. Three small apple trees in pots stood on his front path. A supermarket...
“It’s not something we have to create, it’s something we already have. We have to teach people why blue tarps...
Backhoe Bob sat in the gas-station diner with the Sheriff, who also happened to be named Bob. Locals have been...
Autumn Caledonia County, Vermont Why not write something for those who scratched out improbable livings here? Somebody has...
You will ask—name the mushrooms on the grounded log And the anatomies of the shifting clouds. Tell me these fifty-one shells on...
“Bloom where you are planted.” So said the sign that hung over Ryan Berg’s stove. The rectangular wooden plaque was...
There are no blue plaques in our village, no Heaney or Shackelton or Yeats to commemorate. A notable event is...
You turn the corner. Two high windows already open like eyelids. The house awake. Mum slows the car. Puts the...