An odd bobcat my father was looked more like a Siamese asleep in his recliner

A little boy from the city down on the farm for a day wanders away to look at the sheep and finds a bull

Time’s a jet plane when you’re young. You go to school get a good job marry someone nice

I never think about bison. After all, I live in St. Louis, why should I? But when I went hunting for quail in Montana

Last night my recliner broke. I used the lever to lean back and I went way back, almost heels over head. A shock. I hate going to the recliner store

A spindly young fawn wanders away from its doe. Coyotes must eat. Donal Mahoney

It’s time to stop the killing by order of the courts. Time to stop the injections

Her corded belt python tight around a tiny waist makes her blooms bigger brighter as they unfold

It’s a very busy drug store with seats along the wall where folks who wait for refills sit and sometimes chat but as I discover you can

Red, yellow, brown work well together in a portrait of society. Add black, no problem. But if we remove the red,

Fred’s not a hunter but Animus is a beast he’d hunt down and kill and mount on his wall if he had a clear shot

Wally Anderson, father of three daughters, was not pleased after reading an email from Shelly, his eldest, a week before Father’s Day. He thought she might be coming to visit for the ho...

In the glow of the porch light one moth a final fandango nowhere to go