The Three Sisters − everything I know about literature I learned on the farm
I sat down and gave writing about the farm some serious consideration and wrote this nine part essay.
What Can You See When It’s Gone
This morning, I set about to write a blog on the writing of poems inspired by growing up on the farm and instead I ended up writing a poem.
Safety is a superstition; cleanliness a sin
On the farm you ate everything but the squeal on the pig. Washing before dinner meant joining the threshing crew and sloshing your wrists and splashing your face in the galvanized tub then wiping your hands on a common towel,