A spring, not so long ago, I discovered two Canada geese in the field by the Blue Pool. A spring when my father was still alive. The pool is a luminous ribbon of water that arches away from the river and cuts across a fallow field. I visit this part of the river often. Follow the…
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Over the Hills
She resolved not to cry. Not then. Not ever. No matter what he did. He could be mean as he wanted, smash everything into a million little pieces. “Mustangs are not orange,” her sister said, and wagged her finger at her. They were painting the horse models they’d gotten for Christmas. Her brothers had gotten…
After the Snowy Day
When they wake in the morning the fire has died, and frost covers the windowpanes. New snow blankets the ground outside. The woman, her husband, and the boy push themselves out of bed. The man makes a fire while she readies water for boiling. Soon they drink coffee and hot chocolate, wrapping their hands around…
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