In a small cottage in a deep valley, an old woman lived with her goats and sheep, chickens and dog, a sway-backed horse and one ginger cat.Each morning, she collected eggs while the dog led the sheep ... [+]
Originally published in Atticus Review
I know we've arrived home by the pine scent, and you almost smile as we climb from the car, saying, "It smells so good here." I agree, notice how thin your face looks now, and how your jeans used to be much fuller. We've had a severe year, without pause in the trenches, and I can feel the strain in your teeth and shoulders: those shoulders your parents taught to hide from confrontation. You need three days to relax, after countless doses of forest medicine, administered one dropper at a time. At the waterfall, I have trouble parking the car and it reminds you of your other problems, all