Paul Christensen: A Memory
I remember standing in a south wind staring at a cut bank of the Brazos River. The ground above was lush and green, with some beef cows nibbling on tufts … Continue reading
June 2, 2019 · Leave a comment
Jon Tribble: War
Red maple, sweetgum slashed and torn out by the roots so we could build a jungle underneath the pines, so our camouflage would blend us with crows’ panic, with honeysuckle … Continue reading
October 4, 2017 · Leave a comment
