Friday July 18, 2014 – Sunday July 20, 2014 It’s been a long summer waiting to drop our hay, waiting for four days straight of dry weather, and every week,…
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DAY OF THE DEAD I watch the earth boil and break bright green pushing up row upon row, an army risen to stand at attention until its cut. Wheat shoots…
1. The wind blew so hard it sucked my breath and rattled my heart. I pushed hard to walk around the corner of the barn. It was like carrying two buckets of…
Here are two poems I wrote, that I thought I’d share to honor the Blood Moon last night. My brother died the summer there were signs in the sky–Auroras you…
The other night, when I walked the dogs it was so dark and so still, I could almost touch the air. Wind, trucks on the main road, jets over head,…
I was talking on the phone with Hal Fickett about what to do next with social media. I hired him a few weeks ago to keep me focused because my…
Yesterday a friend posted that he felt dread, the horror that something terrible was about to happen. I wonder if this is how animals feel when the pressure changes in…
Some people say signs in the sky say something about what God is up to–hope or his sacrifice or judgement. I don’t know about that, but the gift to me…
The drifts were long fins, that reminded me of Cadillacs or the long ridges you see out west, called the same. The wind had drawn the snow along the ice…