Walking In The Dark Specialist appointments don’t wait for chickens to wake, so I walk to the coop before dawn...
The furze has taken over, according to my mother, and soon will smother the trees in their infancy. This rocky...
Rolls of hay lean into the hillside, peppery-sweet, thick wheels, spiraling to rest in slumped shoulders of land; bonfire weather...
Child of the Large-Beaked Bird The crows are up to no good, tapping the tin roof like it’s Miss Glover’s...
Cowhouse In the beginning they had one cow – a tough little heifer that could kick like a mule. She...
Alabama April If you reenact the last painful moment I’ll love you harder than a civil war drama on a...
This is an old feeling, standing by this evening’s field, these dark rags hanging, strung on wire, beaks silent and...
Tell It to Trees Rivers cannot hear trees as they (the rivers) flow through a forest of never-minds with untied...
Autumn Caledonia County, Vermont Why not write something for those who scratched out improbable livings here? Somebody has...
My Mother Hoped for the Best My mother would pause in her sweeping and lean on the brush to listen...
Diviners A child, I followed him around the field, held a wish-bone between my fingers. And when he paused and...
The Light Dancing When I close the door my father’s coat slow dances against the dark wood. It is old,...