Photo & Poem: Waiting for the Vet
No days like the golden photos on the calendar from the gas company, propane topped off at the first...
Photo & Poem: Sentient
Long in the tooth, people say. Gray hairs dusting his temple, this gelding plays the part of good uncle,...
The Thing About Geldings
I'm the sort of horse-person who hears about a castration and pops a cork for a toast all around. I...
Calming Signals and the Thing We Call Stubborn
In celebration of Edgar Rice Burro's birthday, he's asked me to rant a bit about the thing humans call stubborn....
Writing and Riding
Happy New Year. It's my ninth year of writing this blog about riding. Thank you for reading along, and I...
Photo & Poem: Old Bones
A night so frigid the snowstopped at midnight, the farmdark under thick clouds. Hetakes a shallow breath, hopingto warm...
Photo & Poem: Ghost
Her big sister won a contest, sharing breakfast with minor horse celebrities, so this shy red-haired girl with glasses...
Photo & Poem: Surviving Vulnerability
Dark eyes, older than her years, the horse’s shoulder shows damage, thick scars and a stilted gait, the opposite...
Heart Horses
"He's my Heart Horse," she says by way of introduction. A hush falls over the room. Or maybe that's just...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Prolific
Pray his back is broad, strength needed for the precarious load he bears, the seesaw blessing and curse of a...
Photo Challenge & Poem: Transformation
The old gelding's eye sockets are hollow or maybe he's pulled his gaze inward. Once a trumpet blast of...
Photo Challenge: Windows
Has it been a year? Scanning the pasture from the kitchen sink, I don't see your swayed back. A...
Photo Challenge: Shiny
Birdwatching in the dark is an art best practiced with no yard light. Start just after the colors are...
Photo Challenge: Elemental
I remembered to sink the corner post deep, filled the hole with Quikcrete, and topped it off with dirt. Then...
Part One: The Strong Silent Type (Of Horse)
I've said it before: While growing up, I saw She Wore a Yellow Ribbon more often than I saw my...
Remembrance: Someone's Always Dying
It's that weird week between the holidays. I never know what day it is so I mess up scheduling around Christmas,...
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