Love Letter After the Fact
Out here I thought the wind would be kind to us. Would offer some kind of resolution, a new direction […]
Out here I thought the wind would be kind to us. Would offer some kind of resolution, a new direction […]
Last year, the year before—hard times. I leave my two mares on pasture while I think things through. I pay
Charolais was four when she figured out that she was named for a breed of cattle— in a town where
A Cyberwestern Ballad Back when the Info Highway was still
I do not doubt that he loved the long-backed cows more than me, and many mornings he bounded more lithe
When there’s frost upon the ponies an’ snow drift on the ground, an’ that yeller sun comes creepin’ through the