“Curiosity is a sign of courage,” she said, hushing my correction. Bright praise for my colt chasing her dog along a fence line. That colt grew old and died, funeral respect gladly paid to a fine mentor, and now that mortality hangs around my ankles, I’ve grown stubborn, looking both ways before ranting, not … Read more
Lawn chairs got tossed, doors banged and windows rattled. She came back late, maybe even drunk. When I ventured out just before sun up, the ground was damp, small twigs and branches littered the picnic table. A surprising barrage of bird chatter; it’s been so quiet without them the last months but they were … Read more
In the dark…
As soon as the sun is a quarter high…
Lines not crossed.