Farm Boy, Call Kayla

From the December 2009 Print Edition

Brady, you went to school with pretty Kayla. You’re six feet one, soft spoken and you’re handsome, and you still haven’t begged her out for dinner? Rich girl? Easy to marry as a poor girl ” words wasted on this poet by his father. I chickened out on marrying a woman skittish . . . . Continue Reading »


From the June/July 2009 Print Edition

for Bryan Stotts, District Ranger This is the shoreline of a glacial lakebed. Some of its flora, fauna are endangered. Not so the leafy spurge, vile interloper, the milkweed puffing cotton to the breezes. Not so the cottonwoods or dwarfish scrub oaks, the white-tail deer that multiply like . . . . Continue Reading »

Wind River Justice

From the November 2008 Print Edition

Alan riding his first horse from Big Sandy to celebrate his thirty-seventh birthday: his mare reared in the lodgepoles when a spruce grouse flushed and nearly pitched him down a switchback. My own gelding stampeded through a meadow, and our young wrangler called those ponies “gentled.” We . . . . Continue Reading »

Wisdom 13:5-9

From the May 2008 Print Edition

We worshipped moon and sun, comets, the circling stars, Venus and bloodstained Mars, ignorant of our duty owed to the unnamed one, kindler of every beauty and fire by which we find the hand, the designing mind of heaven’s artisan. . . . . Continue Reading »

Lost in Translation

From Web Exclusives

"Translations are like lovers: There are those that are beautiful but untrue¯and those that are true but unbeautiful."An old saw, perhaps, but I first heard it from the poet Dick Davis, himself a talented translator from medieval Persian . Nonetheless, we live in a glorious age for . . . . Continue Reading »

Hrothgar’s Homily

From the February 2006 Print Edition

I tell you this tale as I mull and marvel how the Almighty metes to mankind the blessings of reason, rule, and realm. He arranges it all. For a time He allows the mind of a man to linger in love with earthly honors. He offers him homeland to hold and enjoy, a fort full of fighters, men to command . . . . Continue Reading »