A Meditation on the Land —remembering a farm foreclosure. For Darrell Ringer, 1953-93 “Thank you,” he said, while the black...
Child of the Large-Beaked Bird The crows are up to no good, tapping the tin roof like it’s Miss Glover’s...
This is an old feeling, standing by this evening’s field, these dark rags hanging, strung on wire, beaks silent and...
THAT GERTRUDE COW for Annie the Herdswoman It was below freezing in the milking parlor. The freshly hosed down cement...
When They Ring Those Golden Bells Days fall away like apples from October tress cheeks, full and ablush, kissing silver from delicate wrists...
The Wood He wanted to see the wood one last time. So, they took him back to trees dripping and...
Culchie Treks through the fields to training (it’s a five minute walk) Only to be greeted by the sting up...
Walking In The Dark Specialist appointments don’t wait for chickens to wake, so I walk to the coop before dawn...
Poison We made our way down Horse Dale warmed by early spring sunshine saw nothing of hares, rabbits, deer, seldom...
I am hawthorn Beautiful and forbidding I inspire reverence a healthy reticence. You might find me near holy wells and...
Spring Day Blustery breezes, sunshine and sudden shower Banish hoary-handed winter from the land. Burgeoning buds and lancing leaves appear,...
Ciboloto Miss Yang gone to the Western Hemisphere never been back since seeds on her desk have sprouted and grown...