As I opened the gate to let my horse out, I noticed bees buzzing around a knothole in the milkhouse wall. Behind the wood they hummed like violins. With the…
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The cat came back the very next day. I thought he was a goner but the cat came back. He couldn’t stay away! When Onyx died, Darlene said that he…
This whole “love your neighbor“ business isn’t as easy as it looks, because it’s easy to hurt people’s feelings — even easier for our feelings to be hurt. I have…
Less than a week left of writing a poem a day for Tupelo Press.This project will end on Sunday, July 30. What a rich experience it’s been to begin writing…
One thing loving our neighbor means is watching out for the other guy. It doesn’t have to be as dramatic as the Good Samaritan stopping to tend an injured man’s…
When I realized I was called to be a poet, the low hanging despair I felt since I was a girl who was raised as a fundamentalist, with every last…
Carol said I should ride Tessie as much as possible because she needs to build up her muscles to do what I ask her. And she is fat. As with…
She died last night–the hen I found two weeks ago tucked into the grass after a brutal hard rain and wind. She was out on the other side of our…
“Cat sighting!“ I called out to Bruce when I saw the black cat stalking through our field. As the weather cooled he worked his way up to our barn….
Sometime around President Trump’s inaugurationmy heart started rippling in my chest. My sleep was haunted by the kind of nightmares that feel like cattle prods to my feet and that…