As I pull into the lane to my mother’s house, I see the white fence around her yard is peeling...
The Last Farm Stand She comes laden across the bay, and I am halfway down the hill to the ferry...
The way I met Calhoun, I was sitting in the bar, the only bar we have in town. At the...
It was Christmas Eve with the circle of advent candles burning low in a pool of wax when Cee left...
Darkroom The past would seem to exist beneath a red light behind a door seldom opened save to revisit photographs...
I Confess I’ve resorted to murder, here in my kitchen filled with basil, bee balm and thronging castes of blue-black...
My mother bought clothes to make herself feel good. She imagined herself being invited to a dinner party at a house...
“Milking Cows and Throwing Curves” was shortlisted for the 2024 Best in Rural Writing Contest by judge Dr. Chea Parton....
I used to tell myself that it was the August heat that drew me away from that tarmacadam road and into the...
“Bucolia” was shortlisted for the 2024 Best in Rural Writing Contest by judge Dr. Chea Parton. Learn more about the...
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...