The Horse Trainer and the Dermatologist.
My gray mare calming signals included squinty eyes, a dry mouth, and a weird chicken-like movement with my neck and...
Photo & Poem: Waiting Out the Storm
Rusty coat, a spiky mane, and a spotted blanket, he would have been a firecracker of a colt, plain...
Horses in Solitary.
This is my fence panel. I lost count of the other's just like it, eight, I think. I find them...
Photo & Poem: Burning Snow
Nature swats at the pasty insects fussing with watch stems, adjusting mechanical time. Taking one hour, exactly sixty minutes,...
Creativity and the Problem with Training Techniques.
We were standing around the barn after the vet had left, a group of trainers and riders and horses, telling...
Photo & Poem: Lead Me
The horse’s eye curtained by his forelock, his ear turns to stare back as we walk in matched strides,...
Learning to Let Go: Pearl
She arrived at Infinity Farm unceremoniously. We moved a fence panel, backed the rig in close, and...
Photo & Poem: Explain the Sky
Restless eyes behind closed lids, the early hours lay flat, dull to these scurrying thoughts. Rise to use the...
Calming Signals and Boundaries
A request to write about boundaries, in which the Loudmouth Party-Pooper returns. Am I allowed a pet peeve? I've began...
Photo & Poem: Let Down
So convinced of her isolation, she had become its primary cause. So exhausted to chance, she had retreated to...
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