Photo & Poem: Home Farm
The mare stands square, extending her neck, surveying the pond marsh. Are the coyotes on the move? She takes three...
Photo & Poem: Coyote Run
Ancient mountains send coarse sand and sharp stone down, just pebbles at a time, to leave us unsteady on our...
Photo & Poem: Hunger Moon
Fresh snow fell yesterday and more will come tomorrow, but in the still between-time, a full moon sits high in...
Photo & Poem: Hand-Me-Downs
Leota would send a note warning that she’d put something in the mail and we waited. She was a...
Photo & Poem: Secrets
She attended church with joyless obligation, lip-syncing hymns that praised suffering, with dentures that never quite fit, never a genuine...
Photo & Poem: Horse. Woman.
There were always horses, some light and some dark. The woman met them in passing or they stayed forever; some...
The Future for Horse-Keepers: Isolation or World Change?
It's what we do: We keep horses. Sometimes a foal too young to be ridden, so we show patience and...
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