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after Landscape on the Coast; near Menon, Renoir So was the word we used to describe it: trees hell-bent with bark scraped as if raked over hot coals as if multiple snakes had shed multiple skins and left them hanging on poles...

But something like its iconic volcanic silhouette, snow-capped, in a khaki-colored landscape with a bedraggled, straggled tree scratching the sky for all its worth occurred to me then. Isn’t it ironic? That I am the one who...

Standing on the platform at the railway station and handed a ticket for your destination, you think you nearly hear it. Forlorn, the train whistling like a loon, with the moon rising over the rooftops and chimney pots of your...

There were crickets. Their rhinestone grind chipping away at the darkest flints of night. There were sparks of light. That could be cinders, could be moths or fireflies, could be the tears of stars thrown down as spears. There...

I’m traveling south on State Route 23, the day, sun-bright with glossy, golden glow. I anticipate purchasing a couple of pumpkins from Renick’s Farm. I pull into a parking space. Saturday has brought many people to...

When men from the electric company cut down a tree I named The Churchyard Tree, because it grew on the property line separating my backyard from the churchyard, I wanted to destroy their chainsaws and heave the men back into...