Issue: 2026

Under the willow Sun bright My internal soul sparked by color and shapes from before I had knowledge of art A pre-linguistic knowing of canvases, paintings from a century ago. I believe I’ve seen one or two before Know I’ve been through their previous … Continue Reading

Nightmares fly past windows in Tehran, Gaza, Doha, Tel Aviv. Rockets make paths in the grey darkening sky. Shadows of buildings that once were fill cement broken blocks. Who dares walk outside? Sound stops. Air pushes down. Drone arias bomb without rhy … Continue Reading

 The first time I ask Lyric to trot under saddle, she is high-headed Thoroughbredness, a little more sideways than she is forward. There is no rhythm, her trot steps staccato accents, her jigging almost in time with her mouthing of the bit, squeak of m … Continue Reading

 Farming can make or break you as a person. It carves strength into your bones, teaching you the value of grit with every early morning and late-night chore. Each day demands your attention, whether you’re battling the elements, racing after escaping a … Continue Reading

 The cold windy air hits my skin and suddenly the stories I tell of my past aren’t just  stories. They aren’t something I use to entertain a crowd. They aren’t something I feel  stronger for. Not something from long ago. They were real, are real. Oh th … Continue Reading

 We lost Beaker today.  She was, and I don’t mean this metaphorically, an odd duck.  A typical duck, a Gordo or Bubbles or even Quakimodo, likes to be with other ducks.  There are big duck parties in the morning when fresh water is delivered. There are … Continue Reading