An improvisational painting by Carol Berning based on the Prologue to Coop: And the prologue in question: At the earliest edges of my memory, my father is plowing, and I am…View post

Got oats in last night now awaiting rain. And weeds.

This is what happens when you forget to close the garage door overnight and there is road salt residue on the floor: Actually, I kinda envy his way of dealing…View post

If ever I needed more proof that I stand with one foot in the literary world and the other in the pig pen, this email removes all doubt: My wife…View post

I call it that because she’s the one who makes sure it gets planted. I help eat it.