by Robert Lee Haycock | Jul 10, 2017 | photographs, poetry
Our moon lived on that corner where some words burned a hole in the sky with their endless requests for blond haired boys mouthing sounds of brass and reed very young and very old forever second guessing wayward Venus and something I don’t know the name of...
by Robert Lee Haycock | Mar 6, 2017 | photographs, poetry |
I’m sure I’ve heard them say that twilight is too late over dawning mountain and dying river dark authority of vine dead end road down night’s sinking street along this opulence of forgotten highways away in great smiling circles a madrigal of...
by Stephanie Hayes | Oct 31, 2016 | Essays, photographs, Series, Travel |
Part Three of Four: Five More Things I Learned on the Camino I recently returned from three weeks in Spain where I walked about 140 miles of the Camino de Santiago. That isn’t much compared to what a lot of people do. The whole route is 500 miles long, which takes...
by Robert Lee Haycock | Oct 5, 2016 | art, photographs, poetry
It was in the Old de Young the Grand Girl gone for fifteen years now so figure twenty we were mounting an exhibition of Wiley’s work full of dunce and wizard caps, violin ‘f’ holes, pieces of maps, fastidious lines, luminous washes not to mention a wrought iron cart...
by Robert Lee Haycock | Jul 27, 2016 | photographs, poetry |
One afternoon, the last week on Fletcher’s Ranch Run the dump truck after the combines Then across the field to the auger pit Engage the power-take-off on the tractor Dump the barley and screw it up into the silo Sweep up and back to chase the harvesters ...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Jun 19, 2016 | Back Yard Days, Friends of Bloody Run Creek, photographs |
Our pups, Bonnie and Hayduke, are about five months old now, and we’re starting to take them out in the world. This Father’s Day, Cassidy, Jack, Jesse and I drove down to nearby Bloody Run Creek, the nearest creek in our watershed, and they had their first...
