Letting Edgar Rice Burro Get Old
Edgar Rice Burro runs with a gang of misanthropes. A goat whose broken leg healed stiff, so he has an...
Learning to Herd: How Dogs Become Family
I was raised by people who didn’t let dogs in the house. The common opinion was that dogs should live...
Spring Fever, Bad Behavior, or Flight Response?
It's February on the high prairie at the fringe of the Rocky Mountains. The pond is still frozen so there...
Book Release: Horse. Woman.
Book Release! Available Now! Horse. Woman. Poems from Our Lives "It was a tough life if you was useless.” -Leafa...
Horse Woman, Our Narrative
Drawing by Rebecca Howard I usually write a gray mare rant annually on my birthday. I'm...
Photo & Poem: Weather Change
Hail blown sideways by the wind, dark clouds churning across the horizon, as the horses brace against the stinging ice...
Photo & Poem: Midsummer
Midsummer, the mare stands square, hooves flat and neck low, her muzzle faced into the corner of a dark stall,...
Photo and Poem: Spring Thaw
The air hung heavy, strangely moist for a desert prairie. Dense fog as rare as raindrops. The ice on...
Calming Signals: Sleeping with a Reactive Dog
I don't mind bragging; I've slept with some very fine dogs in the course of my long and...
Photo & Poem: To Soar
Photo & Poem: Second Cup
Second cup of coffee while waiting for light, a second cup while waiting to head out. The horses have thick...
Photo & Poem: Holiday Place
You had a plan for how this would go when you left home. Longing for a thing different than...
Photo & Poem: Payment Due
No more lingering in the melon-colored dusk, grazing late to the barn. The pasture is finished, even the weeds...
Photo & Poem: Home Farm
Skeletal power poles from the wind turbines out east litter the view of the mountains, splintering the sunset. New construction...
Photo & Poem: Spring Storm
The storm came so late that shedding season was done, the horse’s coats already thin and slick. So late there...
Photo & Poem: Birds and Horses
Fences mended with twine until there’s more time. Scrubbed water tanks filled fresh, drank down to half by noon....
Photo & Poem: The Sea’s Nature
The sea’s nature is change, waves rolling one on top of the last, spent flat...
Photo & Poem: Explain the Sky
Restless eyes behind closed lids, the early hours lay flat, dull to these scurrying thoughts. Rise to use the...