I’m old enough to remember the day Kennedy was shot. Also blurry Neil Armstrong’s echoing, static-y words amped all the way from the Moon. I was pinned up against a […]
I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Linda Michel-Cassidy for Why There Are Words. Many thanks to Linda, and to Peg Alford Pursell for graciously hosting John, Barrett, and me at the […]
Happy Thanksgiving, to all of my Friends!
Wisteria hangs in great dollops from the treetops, the faint purple drapery escorting me to Aiken and Camden, Bethune and Rockingham, its aerial artistry choking the tallest pines. Driving through […]
Still hunkered at my desk, as if to stop the night sky brightening, the Leylands lifting from their winter canvas, pastures, singed with frost. Night is like a holiday, I […]
She barely raises her head to leer at me from the hooded corners of her eyes. I’ve given up taking away her loot— the ribcages and quarters lazy hunters didn’t […]
The Art of Falling You fall from a horse enough times and you learn how to fall— like snow, rain or love, all goose-down and no elbows. He spooks at […]