Livestock Judge told me to find routine But the Smithfield office on fire is the prettiest thing I’ve seen Hope...
Coals The abandoned farm is a black pool aaaaaaain the memory of the forest beyond. The road goes by never...
At five-thirty on Friday morning, Bernice had the water and oatmeal boiling, bacon strips laid out in the skillet, and...
Embossed in gold on the cover of the new bible in his lap: “Father Paul Sullivan.” He ran a thumb...
A Meditation on the Land —remembering a farm foreclosure. For Darrell Ringer, 1953-93 “Thank you,” he said, while the black...
We set out on the seven-mile journey from No. 56 to Knockdrin at 7.30 in the morning. The sun had...
The Parable of the Sower Two trees with bad roots Planted by Lamont, dead six years now He’d have replaced...
Old Man lived at the peak of Ghosten Mountain, not two miles from my boyhood home. Covered in pine and...
From the car’s passenger seat, I watch grain fields pass like a movie reel. I’m fascinated by the ocean of...