Cow Songs
I do not doubt that he loved the long-backed cows more than me, and many mornings he bounded more lithe […]
I do not doubt that he loved the long-backed cows more than me, and many mornings he bounded more lithe […]
Lately, every book I pick up is about someone talking about some loved one dead or dying— Alzheimer’s, cancer, old
At the base of cream-colored cabinets, the milk of his newborn face gazing toward the kitchen, the brown rug of
Such was the summer of repetition: I lived in a purple one-piece swimsuit. The humid slats of the painted wood
When there’s frost upon the ponies an’ snow drift on the ground, an’ that yeller sun comes creepin’ through the
1. My friends didn’t name their third child until they got to know him, far better I think than parents