Wild Onions
creek ducks the boundary fenceleaves it slackjawed & danglingspring the cattle wallow in runoff mudplay their spines along the wire up the coulee ironstone peters to cactuswild lupine the onions...
View Articlewinter highway
November we descendfrom permafrost northcamp on the ice fire on a bierabove the riverpoplar logs green and sappysnow pitted fromthe flankers’ fall all day we followthe trucks gone before chancing...
View ArticleFarmhouse, Castor
early sun limnsthe plate rail a kitchenreduced to grit & shambles butcher block table wallpaper slumped about its knees light here reveals only absence teasel in the bones ofthe victory garden...
View ArticleI-nis’kim
1. first the farmsteads slip under to wind or drought spring clapboard warping lichen like sparrowprint towns taken graduallylimb by limb feed & tackledry goods when the post office goes it’s done...
View ArticleReunion
Robinhood, 1991 as if one phone call couldfend off the ghosts coming into townpickup shunting like a heiferthrough the potholes bunting lapping at the church eavesgrass lopped & bundled...
View ArticleHobby Farmer
less about grain thanthe slim thighs of landlost to drought sculptedby hard weatherand how to explain to your wifethe rich dark stirof spring earth she circumscribed inthe domestic geraniums crocus...
View ArticleWhat We Can’t Let Go
Plough swinging early on the hills’ horizon, the blue-clay turn of skeith and share, and what catches: rogue oats in dawn sun. This bowl of land and what it gathers. Farmstead, firebreak. Cottonwoods...
View ArticleThe Sea Cave
I am two weeks off a prairie sky. Reluctant islander, what I don’t know of spring and neap, urchin barrens denuded of green. How you laugh at my bafflement, night-swimming the bay, spooned in...
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