Author: Russell Steven Powell
Wintry Mix
ON COLD, WINDY DAYS like today I can almost convince myself that I won’t enjoy going for a walk. I might even prevail, except for Molly, whose committed enthusiasm keeps Continue reading
Winter Baptism
TWENTY DEGREES AND THE WIND is blowing hard enough across the fallow fields to stir up clouds of fine silt, which race wraith-like into my path and through me. The Continue reading
Plowed Under
I STILL CANNOT GET USED to seeing fields of perfectly good produce plowed under. It’s happened four times since August, first cucumbers, then buttercup squash, pumpkins, and now, onions. There’s Continue reading
