A Meditation on the Land —remembering a farm foreclosure. For Darrell Ringer, 1953-93 “Thank you,” he said, while the black...
Along the upper Spoon River, 1935 When they found him at last, he was face down in a pool of...
Spring Day Blustery breezes, sunshine and sudden shower Banish hoary-handed winter from the land. Burgeoning buds and lancing leaves appear,...
Autumn Caledonia County, Vermont Why not write something for those who scratched out improbable livings here? Somebody has...
Farming is an essential part of the human story. Although the number of farmers is declining world wide, many people...
Ciboloto Miss Yang gone to the Western Hemisphere never been back since seeds on her desk have sprouted and grown...
Life From a Garden Fence A wooden rain barrel— weathered and worn— slowly bleeds sweet elixir in drips and drabs...
Sennelier Dry Pigment – Caput Mortuum When I die take my worthless remains my after-state shell lay me in the...
Lust in the Time of Covid How can he not sneak out to meet her through the darkened streets his...
And when this house goes down to wrack and ruin, as it must and will, not just because the brick...
All day they mumble in a clump outside the hive. I water the days of an unexpected life. I fill...
Diviners A child, I followed him around the field, held a wish-bone between my fingers. And when he paused and...