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The pastures burn a brilliant green and stretch themselves out from the ragged fence, and over a sultry curve of hill. In the naked fore..

In my youth, school was for dummies, no one knew what to do with intelligence. It is far worse today when ninety-five percent of dro..

"I think therefore I am.” But, but, but… what are thoughts? Electric flashes of blue in my dark recesses that tran..

Your cat dies because it strayed to the street, and there she is right in the middle of a four way stop, way out in the country..

We made the long drive with the top down… past hills and beer cans that spun in the turmoil we left behind. I wonder i..

I was riding down a blue Kentucky road, alone as usual, wondering about the wooded hills, so I parked next to a lonely church and went a..

Since we found a way to sour Eden, we’ve spent our days dropping sweat while we work in the dirt, backs bent, shoulders flexed ..

If I were to tell you it’s all there, all the pieces in their exact place and position, every tendon, muscle, vein and ne..

For the longest time, this first year gone, I turn to see your reaction to something on TV, or worry that I'll wake you ..

Those little Golden Books for kids were all I wanted when I went shopping with mom. It’s where I learned to mine for gold under words..