The Father

The Father

Your dead father dogs youlike the white mutt that roams along the fishing holes and walksthe edge of gravel roads, sometimes at a trot, most times slow,but with purpose, muscle and sinew protecting old bones. The fatherin silence with pipe clenched between his teeth...
Honor Cord

Honor Cord

It was not a hick town but rather a prairie town, one where there was often nothing for young people to do but drive around and attempt to reckon with the vastness of the land. The prairies, for example, made Violet Wells feel small. The grasses were high and pale,...
Thermos

Thermos

There’s something to be saidabout standing on the center lineof a bustling four-lane road,cars skimming by in front and behind meas I watch my stainless steel thermosbumble along toward the opposite curblike a rolling pin or pipe bomb.I admire its resilience—ten years...
Village Post Office

Village Post Office

There’s a truck double-parked in the only parking spot.The guy at the counter owns a construction business, is telling the clerk all the things he’s built. “That bank in EauClaire? I built that one, too. …” After a few more buildings he leaves. I’m the only customer...