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  Here on these flat fields I remember napalm, that lavish charcoal lighter of a fat man’s barbecue. I’m like a pitcher with eyes in the back of his head…    read more

  Out here, cactus is the skyline, a hundred miles of flat. Turn in a circle and never know you’re back, except for the neighbor’s ranch, barns like specks of…    read more

  Clouds over Long’s Peak, the sky blue everywhere but there, and when I glance away and back, they’re gone. Imagine: I make the highest mountain disappear by tipping my…    read more

  I remember the first tub of red racers I saw in a walled shed in Arkansas, down by the Ouachita. My uncle led us there when I was nine,…    read more

    If  you think ground squirrels are fun,                             wait till you see a coyote.   I’d never say that to grandsons, but even coyotes have to eat. So what…    read more

  Those puffy clouds in the Rocky Mountains could be gunfire, another time and place. Before this planet spins us back home to the plains, dozens will die by rockets…    read more

  My wife’s green eyes are jade and rainbows. With horsehairs dipped in oils, she brushes corrals and cattle on canvas, the burnt sienna sand and pastures of our boots.…    read more

“After the Random Tornado”
“Farms at Auction”
“Scanning the Range for Strays”
“But it was Water”
“Uncle Carl and the Art of Taxidermy”
“After Fifty”
“The Invention of Courage”
“The Songs of Country Girls”

“Uncle Roy’s Pearl Harbor Hot Dogs”
“Mounds at Estacado”
“The Signs of Prairie Rattlers”
“Rigging the Windmill”
“Uncle Philip and The Endless Names”
“Hawks in August”

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