Even after so many years, tears still fill my eyes when I think of my brother’s farm accident. That was...
The Parable of the Sower Two trees with bad roots Planted by Lamont, dead six years now He’d have replaced...
A Meditation on the Land —remembering a farm foreclosure. For Darrell Ringer, 1953-93 “Thank you,” he said, while the black...
Embossed in gold on the cover of the new bible in his lap: “Father Paul Sullivan.” He ran a thumb...
At five-thirty on Friday morning, Bernice had the water and oatmeal boiling, bacon strips laid out in the skillet, and...
Mama laid her hands on my belly and told me to count my breath. A breath to the count of...
From the car’s passenger seat, I watch grain fields pass like a movie reel. I’m fascinated by the ocean of...
Old Man lived at the peak of Ghosten Mountain, not two miles from my boyhood home. Covered in pine and...
Livestock Judge told me to find routine But the Smithfield office on fire is the prettiest thing I’ve seen Hope...
Coals The abandoned farm is a black pool aaaaaaain the memory of the forest beyond. The road goes by never...