The draft horses galloped out of the barn and down the fence line, stood on their hind legs, pawing the air with teeth bared, then threw their heads down, stretched low to nip at each other’s hooves as the thunder whispered to a boom. Flashing violence, the clouds blew the sky a greenish purple, … Read more
Skeletal power poles from the wind turbines out east litter the view of the mountains, splintering the sunset. New construction treads closer, tract homes and fast food. This farm was never announced by miles of white vinyl fencing, just a mailbox at the end of the driveway. There are mismatched fence panels, some white, some … Read more
The storm came so late that shedding season was done, the horse’s coats already thin and slick. So late there were bright leaves on the trees sheltering hatchlings in nests. So late the tank heaters were unplugged and packed away, just days before. Superstition says that’s when storms hit even if it’s too warm to … Read more
He said show her who’s boss. Standing with her head in the corner and hooves nervous on the straw, a wild-eyed, pregnant pinto pony, no taller than the quiet girl in a boy’s t-shirt. The dad said she has to respect you, setting them up for a fight. He goaded the girl forward, her … Read more
The horse’s eye curtained by his forelock, his ear turns to stare back as we walk in matched strides, left hoof and left foot lift ahead, our weights land and shift to the right, part of us on solid ground, part swinging just above. Don’t think; take no notice that will alter the rhythm … 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
Journaling as a training aid?
As soon as the sun is a quarter high…
Just a bi-ped with a muck fork
Clouds Fall