Ground was soft and in afternoon, he pulled posts in forward face to blow off a western wind. In the softness from rains, snows, and saturating mists, the posts pulled easy without need for chain or loader’s aid; and he stacked them in bucket as he went. The little tractor […]
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Journal Pages
MAKING READY
The birds are returned. I hear them sonorous, settled in the tops of trees. From a cedar, finches burst, hidden and flashing like fish in cover then bursting in sudden sound of fan and burst like minnow school in airborn sea. They flee, circle short, and settle back feeding on the small blue berries; fanning, […]
Short Story
WINTER FLIGHTS
He listened to the sounds with small and natural awe whenever he stepped from truck: geese in flight, all around, appearing and dissolving again into low cloud fog and mist of sky. It’d been years since they had been as this: hard freeze of the north in press and […]