Skeletal power poles from the wind turbines out east litter the view of the mountains, splintering the sunset. New construction treads closer, tract homes and fast food. This farm was never announced by miles of white vinyl fencing, just a mailbox at the end of the driveway. There are mismatched fence panels, some white, some … Read more
The storm came so late that shedding season was done, the horse’s coats already thin and slick. So late there were bright leaves on the trees sheltering hatchlings in nests. So late the tank heaters were unplugged and packed away, just days before. Superstition says that’s when storms hit even if it’s too warm to … Read more
She knows my presence before I see her. Under the tree in the far corner of the pasture, no real shade but she stands there, hip cocked at rest, a prairie breeze weaving her tail. Approaching her slowly, regretting what I am but trying to downplay the plain truth, walking an arc, pausing. Has … Read more
He said show her who’s boss. Standing with her head in the corner and hooves nervous on the straw, a wild-eyed, pregnant pinto pony, no taller than the quiet girl in a boy’s t-shirt. The dad said she has to respect you, setting them up for a fight. He goaded the girl forward, her … Read more
The sea’s nature is change, waves rolling one on top of the last, spent flat to the sand, then sliding underneath, falling back as other waves arise in a circle unbroken. Colors blend, bright next to dark, around and under, tides keeping the rhythm. Let them wash over and then seep away, unable to … Read more
Across the long diagonal to the west corner of the dry lot, he’s on the far side of the herd, barely moving as he shifts weight from one hoof to the other, his neck stretched long, muzzle to the sandy ground. He pretends to eat what’s not there, so he can watch me softly. He … Read more
that’s right…
Then, from now.
In the dark…
Journaling as a training aid?