I woke up on New Year’s Eve filled with dread. It seems almost useless to force hope onto a change of calendar, though I understand when a year has swollen…
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Little Bird: A Meditation on Kindness The barn swallows swooped over the field as if they were telling us where Little Bird was. Dutifully Bruce looked for him, knowing he’d…
The Conspiracy Temptation “Do not call a conspiracy all that this people calls a conspiracy, and do not fear what they shall fear, nor be in dread,” God says to…
Glory be to God for poop. After a forty-degree temperature change and full water buckets, across two days, I was relieved to see big piles of manure in the mares’…
The other morning’s mares galloping across the sky. They run full throttle, tails streaming behind them. The air is still down here but teasing those tails out behind them. I’d…
It’s been a long harvest this year, with crops around here not dry enough to pull out of the field when we had our dry spell. Unless you’re making silage,…
May Spring walloped me upside the head. All I wanted to do was lie down and sleep. I was tapped out by the bright washed beauty springing out of the…
While I am sitting inside, watching Lake Michigan curl round over and over as the water dances with the shore, Bruce is doing his best to take care of my…
Ever since we moved to the farm, I’ve wanted to set out our housewarming gift, a cedar bird feeder. I wanted to see blue jays, gold finches, rose-colored grosbeaks, and…
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…