Child of the Large-Beaked Bird The crows are up to no good, tapping the tin roof like it’s Miss Glover’s...
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...
Alabama April If you reenact the last painful moment I’ll love you harder than a civil war drama on a...
The Light Dancing When I close the door my father’s coat slow dances against the dark wood. It is old,...
The Truth about Cows I’ve heard a lot of bad stuff about cows; about how these murderous brutes are hell...
What follows is a selection from the opening chapters of BJ Omanson’s memoir Three Years on the Nowhere Road in...
Cowhouse In the beginning they had one cow – a tough little heifer that could kick like a mule. She...
You turn the corner. Two high windows already open like eyelids. The house awake. Mum slows the car. Puts the...
“Morning. Got a visitor?” said Tony. Tony lived next door. It was Tuesday – bin day – and we’d both...
The early 1970s found us almost completely mechanized on our farm in the rolling hills of central Mississippi. At the...
Dead Farms in Northern New England Veinous snapshots of Dad Before He Went Over. All black and whites, they’ve sat...