A Mind of Winter by Cordelia M. Hanemann
Cold crusts barren branches; the mind of winter comes. What I have known recedes, as trees surrender leaves. Little remains. Names I’ve sworn never to forget, precious words, coveted over…
Fallow Ground
The Pull of Weeds by Cordelia M. Hanemann
One day in July, I bent to pull weeds in the garden, to lift a large stone; I bent at the waist and lifted, to move a large stone, to…
Fallow Ground
I Was Right All Along by John Grey
My problem with school is that I can’t go back there and point out to that teacher just how wrong she was: about Columbus, about how I would turn out…
Fallow Ground
Bad Morning by Don Thompson
A hangdog coyote crosses the road and lopes off into the scrub. You can feel his wretchedness. Behind him, a dried rabbit carcass, too far gone to feed on, and…
Fallow Ground
Across the Street by Wendy Lee Klenetsky
ng ball with (what I assume to be) her brother. He doesn’t seem too thrilled with having to be her playmate; he’s throwing the ball far above her head, making…