Photo & Poem: Burning Snow

  Nature swats at the pasty insects fussing with watch stems, adjusting mechanical time. Taking one hour, exactly sixty minutes, from one edge of a day and self-importantly tacking it to the other, a legal act lost on horses, who keep time by the feel of the soil, bucking wild at the scent of green … Read more

Photo & Poem: Ducks and Geese

  Seven iced-over winters followed by sweet bugs on long summer days. Flightless old girls with twisted toenails and dim eyes, each year their webbed feet turn a bit more inward, carrying the weight of their front-heavy bodies. Was it a plan? The hens began to answer the barking terrier, marching wing to wing and … Read more