Photo & Poem: A Cure for Sadness
Jerk out the fencing staples and carefully pocket them, leave nothing in the dirt. Pull the sagging wire fence...
Photo & Poem: I Cannot Know
We became strangers. I thought I knew her so well; that place just back from her ears where her...
Photo & Poem: When the Sunset is Through With Me
The sunset plays me. In the heat of the day, colors are flattened by glare and searchlight bluntness, work...
Photo & Poem: Sentient
Long in the tooth, people say. Gray hairs dusting his temple, this gelding plays the part of good uncle,...
Photo& Poem: Go Fish
Mom took us kids in the station wagon to the church bazaar. Homemade women’s goods for sale; boring cross-stitched...
Photo & Poem: Faraway Friends
I would show you the adolescent Canada geese on the pond. Better behaved than we ever would have been,...
Photo & Poem: Dwindling Light
His swayed back so warm in the late afternoon but he doesn’t lie down. His shoulders bear his weight...
Photo & Poem: Dry Thunder
The draft horses galloped out of the barn and down the fence line, stood on their hind legs, pawing...
Photo & Poem: Hand
One draws attention, standing by a tolerant gelding and playing the horse whisperer, tickling withers, teasing his whiskery muzzle....
Photo & Poem: Bond
He said show her who’s boss. Standing with her head in the corner and hooves nervous on the straw,...
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: Invisible Rope
Walking wide beyond my grasp, only ask for his eye, now wait. His forelock shelters a glimmer of movement. He’ll...
Photo & Poem: The Sea’s Nature
Photo & Poem: Flight
So still the herd, taking rest with soft flank to muscled shoulder, as the light shifts cooler. One nose lifts...
Photo & Poem: Wild and Tame
You’ve landed in a place you don’t belong, the cat let me know, as she howled at you on...
Photo & Poem: Known
Across the long diagonal to the west corner of the dry lot, he’s on the far side of the herd,...
Photo & Poem: Burning Snow
Nature swats at the pasty insects fussing with watch stems, adjusting mechanical time. Taking one hour, exactly sixty minutes,...
Photo & Poem: Lead Me
The horse’s eye curtained by his forelock, his ear turns to stare back as we walk in matched strides,...