Haunted by her hooves, jagged edges tilting her balance, she stood in filth, wooden pallets cobbled into a pen. Remembering her coarse hair, the shadows cast by each rib. No act of blunt cruelty did this, it was willful indifference one average day after another. Looking at her, an ache grows behind my eye … Read more
She arrived at Infinity Farm unceremoniously. We moved a fence panel, backed the rig in close, and she pretty much fell out the back of the trailer. That was good news; they weren’t sure she’d survive the trip. It isn’t my intention to cue a circle of hand wringing, sympathy is not the goal. If … Read more
So convinced of her isolation, she had become its primary cause. So exhausted to chance, she had retreated to a fine-tuned invisibility. So work- hardened by test, she had proven she could carry the pain. Better to be alone than a fool. Held apart so cold lack seemed a choice instead of a failure. … Read more
Just a bi-ped with a muck fork
The Real Loudmouth Party-Poopers of Infinity Farm
A better question is what is it about horses that hook us so deeply?
Bittersweet September grass.
No way to be useful.
The passing hours of this hot-dry day spook and buck and bolt, swirling together and scattering apart in a a howling dust devil of sharp nickers, skittering hooves, and manure. Always manure. I’m only human. I march from water tank leaks to gate repair, trying to mitigate the day’s erosion and prepare for the next … Read more