One Joe Dell, sitting on a basswood stump, looked at the dirty handkerchief, now bloody, that he had wrapped just...
It was the second day that Kate and her father walked beans. They had been out since seven a.m. to...
Adam clutches the rim of his Canadian Club and 7-Up, working the room of fellow farmers while I grip the...
My Mother Considers Her Callows Farm From a parlour window I see sunlight creeping across the fields, and how some...
Foraging Pluck purslane and plantain for salad, shred it small so it slides by skeptics, know you’re kneeling in Eden...
Roads That Lead Nowhere It isn’t the stillness they talk about, the way the light spills over old barns, or...
I Confess I’ve resorted to murder, here in my kitchen filled with basil, bee balm and thronging castes of blue-black...
My favorite inheritance is the green toy metal shovel. Also, the elfin-like ski-toed leather booties. Also, the pair of snowshoes,...
This old house is not old at all; it only feels this way. The online pictures that grabbed my attention...
Our first summer storm arrived in the wee hours of a warm mid-January morning. As lightning flickered against the curtains...
Robert Andrews had a fondness for April, when rain fell daily and water puddled ankle-deep in the low areas around...
“Coach, it’s supposed to rain tomorrow and our raisins are still drying on the ground. My father needs my brother...