Grouse

It’s the hard business of being that gets to me.  That’s what I’m thinking.  I’m thinking about the way you get worn down.   The day in and out of work.  Stumbling at the end of a day in the woods, or no woods, the ones cut down and me thrashing through the dog hair…

Spring Snow

The falling snow threatens to unhinge me.   I mean in the way the creak of a floor in early morning might or the sound of coyotes scavenging about in moon light. The way they do all night so near the house. As if they had nowhere else to go. And now this. The first dull…

A Cold Wind

I must tell you it wasn’t an extraordinary day.  An old man in a hat walked around the yard.  A boy sat in a chair.  Then a cold wind came down the boney back of the mountain. But what was I expecting?  The cat stared out the window as wind tossed the branches about and  …