Poetry Out Loud: Walking the Dog

Walking the Dog There was a message on my phone. My dog was ready to come home, they said. It was just her ashes, they didn’t say. Never one to be put on a shelf, we took one last walk together around the farm, her cremains, I guess, tucked under my arm. She usually bounds … Read more

New Year's Day, minus the Happy.

It was New Year’s Eve, and I was listening to a sad radio memorial about the musicians who passed this year. I do the same thing on my farm at year-end; I take a census and count my losses. We lost a wonderful goat this year. Elvis loved flirting with women, sleeping with his twin, … Read more