Grazing contracts and fleeces over the years
The steel blue of Iris the sheep’s hip is revealed as shears pass across her, peeling the matted dull iron ...
Lions in the Barnyard
I think this is Myrtle’s last winter. She is hacking, which is tempting to think is a bronchial issue from ...
Wild Hope
My plan for the spring was drawn out in digital lines. These blocky cells linked to create dated blocks superimposed ...
Labor
People who frequently use the phrase “it’s always darkest before the dawn” probably sleep in. It’s not darkest before dawn ...
In the Night Corral
Insomnia has been with me all my life, a relic of lying awake keeping wary vigil over my alcoholic father ...
Lions in Mendocino
I was awake at 5am, feeding thin sticks into my newly kindled fire, when my phone pinged. My neighbor was ...
Community Flock
Slender tendrils of grass thread their way between the trampled thatch of dead grey matter formed from generations of oxidizing ...
