Dark turf The breeze stirred ferns on the high bank. I watched you drop down the layers of Cloneen bog, then...
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...
It’s 4.15 am as the alarm goes off. I’m wide awake anyway, knowing I’ve got my first morning milking on...
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...
A Thin Place If you walk in a straight line across the beach from the footpath which runs between blue...
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...
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...