Dark turf The breeze stirred ferns on the high bank. I watched you drop down the layers of Cloneen bog, then...
SUNDAYS You follow the thread to your country childhood, hands frozen potato gathering – little slave! the goose’s wet head...
In the shadow of South Africa’s great escarpment, the Ngwangwana river meanders east towards the Indian Ocean through a valley...
April 21. 4:37 a.m. The moon shines. Stars signal a clear sky. No clouds to provide a barrier to the...
I spent the next few days kind of mulling about. Trucks came for bales around noon, but I learned to...
Like just about everyone else in my suburban neighbourhood, I have a dog. Three times a day, I walk this...
Listen to Laura Swift read her poem “Silage Time.” Silage Time They looked so snug All four bundled...
Anhydrous There’s an acre where corn won’t grow From an anhydrous leak 20 years ago When Jerry’s not planting seed...
No talking to you now, quiet boy, holding May Elliott’s hand at the back of a ditch standing beside Bobby...
Masterclass The shed was an apex all-wood home-built construction, erected that furnace of a summer when we burnt in the...
“Memory is non-linear by default!” I scrawled this on the back of a grocery receipt in April of this strange...
We have a mouse in the house this morning. It found the bread I’d left out to thaw for the...