Category: Poetry


Sometimes I remember to go to church on a Sunday Let the warm impatience of horseflesh and blackflies Sun on pale skin and The sound of six thousand pounds of hoofbeats Take me where I’ve been meaning to go All

Sudden Gods

One cold, starry night I check on the cows in the absolute dark and find one missing – fearing she is calving alone in the field I set out to find her, following beaten-down grooves in the snow from so

The Last Time

The last time I climbed onto your back – astride, I tried fruitlessly to summon the will to move you, to be anywhere but here, wrapped around your cool dusty hide, fingers snaked loosely through knots in your mane, stars

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