Exercising MemoryA poem by Tricia Knoll Exercising Memory Push it to pant in oxygen debt? Fling it to the locker room bench or stamp the mud off its treads? Lift the blue barbells of the past to your chin over... Continue Reading →
How to Brush a Dog to Transform TimeA poem by Tricia Knoll How to Brush a Dog to Transform TimeKnow your dog’s term limits.For a furry English Shepherdthat’s fifteen minutes – free of Fourth of Julygrenades, earthquakes, or lightning,no visible... Continue Reading →
The Night of the Salmon-Go-Up-River Full Moon A full moon blesses this cooling-off July night, the farm, the black currants, the tin-roof barn, the Old Spot pigs. You and I snuggle under a comforter as the willow sways in eddied... Continue Reading →
Gray Hope I fold back our bed sheets this morning to match the rolls of cloud billows sliding like pillows into the naked hot sky. My feet slip to the tuck at the mattress to test the cool slickness that... Continue Reading →
Checking Fencelines Marriage is hands-on farm management. Balance books with dreams and sunrises. Chase piglets that squirm through fences. Let kittens abide in the hayloft. Make dogs leave chickens alone. Collect blue eggs in a wire basket. Cultivate to reap.... Continue Reading →
New Constellations The past’s signpost casts a crooked shadow. I’ve done lost-scout-in-the-woods- comes-full-circle-round more than once back to that jagged stile. I paint that post blue with gold letters that point to tomorrow and plant a sweet potato vine for... Continue Reading →
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