Photo & Poem: Natural. Magic.
The young visitor stared at the bay mare’s mane. “Would you like to brush her?” I ask. Sending the...
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: To Soar
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: Second Cup
Second cup of coffee while waiting for light, a second cup while waiting to head out. The horses have thick...
Photo & Poem: Horse. Woman.
There were always horses, some light and some dark. The woman met them in passing or they stayed forever; some...
Photo & Poem: Letting Him Lead
You were there the day he was born, all ears and knees. You knew him when his hooves were...
Photo & Poem: Rich
Our family farm was leased from the man who owned the car dealership in town. Once or twice a...
Photo & Poem: Girl-Cousin
Seems every farm family had one in a generation; a distant misfit girl-cousin who read too much or wore men’s...
Photo & Poem: Holiday Place
You had a plan for how this would go when you left home. Longing for a thing different than...
Photo and Poem: No Other
You are wise to not let me see, stoic one. Show not your age, certainly not a weakness. Be...
Photo & Poem: You Know the Way
The rhythm of hooves over even soft ground, we’ve lost time out together, rocked safe in the saddle like...
Photo & Poem: Tea
Stomping in the back porch to knock the dirt off my boots, there’s too much wind to work outside...
Photo & Poem: Braced
Black eyes sunk deep in her skull, certain she knows what will come next. The trail of scars on...
Photo & Poem: Spine
He repeats it all again, a little slower and louder each time, enunciating as if she cannot hear. Certain...
Photo & Poem: Spotted Horse
Both horsewomen would remember this moment. A blustering wind, not cold, but bitter. Misty clouds settled the dust. A...
Photo & Poem: Herself
No shy curve, she takes a direct line. The big mare trots up with authority, her ears shouting orders...