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