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
At the base of cream-colored cabinets, the milk of his newborn face gazing toward the kitchen, the brown rug of