The Parable of the Sower Two trees with bad roots Planted by Lamont, dead six years now He’d have replaced...
We set out on the seven-mile journey from No. 56 to Knockdrin at 7.30 in the morning. The sun had...
Old Man lived at the peak of Ghosten Mountain, not two miles from my boyhood home. Covered in pine and...
You never told anyone the whole story about your dad. You let most people think he was little more than...
Still Falling Snow The woods are mine now and they fill up with snow more often than I’d like. The...
Homing In I wandered down the highway a few times to a neighbor girl’s house that was further out of...
From the car’s passenger seat, I watch grain fields pass like a movie reel. I’m fascinated by the ocean of...
A Meditation on the Land —remembering a farm foreclosure. For Darrell Ringer, 1953-93 “Thank you,” he said, while the black...
And when this house goes down to wrack and ruin, as it must and will, not just because the brick...
It was the farthest north they had ever been. L’il Markie and Frank traveled with their mom to New York...
1 In one day, six months ago, Louis Paradis became a husband and a farmer. He had the date engraved...
Trophies aaaaAny lost citizen of the wild wandering our land didn’t live very long. Most were consumed. A few undressed...