I Just Want To Say

They dug out rotting puffy jackets and twisted license plates.  They tugged on tires and gathered brush.  Yesterday, five dear friends gathered here at God’s Whisper and destroyed the trash around this place.  When Dad left, his pick-up bed was full of garbage,...

Visions and Coffee

He turns sideways on my deep couch and rests his back on the armrest.  This is Dad’s real conversation pose.  I mimic his posture.  We hold coffee and talk about the farm, our dreams, our goals, how we will build the fence for the Great Pyrenees that will guard...