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Two Hawks (v.2.2)

A pair of sharp-shinned hawks Found our farm. Never Far from one another, Perched in the outstretched arms Of hackberries—trees, in their way, Probably not much Older than the birds. I made Rounds on the tractor, mowing winter Blackberries, burgundy Canes guarding thick blankets Of dead grass—mouse’s houses— Summer pasture passed over, Too prickly for the delicate lips of Cattle. [...]

By |October 5th, 2020|Categories: Farm|0 Comments

The Edge of Wild (v.2.1)

The edge of wild, where Hickory and goldenrod nod Cobwebbed September awake— Afternoon heat from the asphalt, And the sweetly stinking carcass Picked over by the black-headed Buzzards until, sated and flown, Timid turkey vultures approach, Sadly hopping forth with hope. You've seen this broken Scene, the forty six year Old man, castaway in the wreck Of self-loathing bones— Oh, [...]

By |September 28th, 2020|Categories: Farm|0 Comments

Smith Meadows Sells St. Louis Style Spare Ribs

How to Cook Smith Meadows Spare Ribs One of the questions we hear regularly at farmers market is, "What kind of pork ribs do you have?" Smith Meadows Spare Ribs are St. Louis style ribs. This means that they are taken from the whole spareribs of the hog, which have had the brisket bone and some meat surrounding it removed so [...]

By |August 13th, 2020|Categories: Kitchen, Recipes|0 Comments

Stay Cool with Liquid Health: Pho Base and Sipping Broth

Bone Broth has become my newest On the Go Energy during the heat of summer. In VA it comes early... that season where even eating becomes a chore because of how hot and humid it gets. I usually pare down my menus to enormous salads with a little bit of our fajita sandwich steaks, or basil garlic beef sausage stir [...]

By |June 11th, 2020|Categories: Kitchen, Recipes|Tags: , , , , , , , , , |1 Comment

Love Poem From Quarantine (52)

I can’t hold April from Six feet away, can’t Smell her, kiss her, Taste her from behind This cotton mask. A spring of many mouths— Chickweed opening its lips To the anxious wasp, The first drowsy honey Bees, pollen-thick thighs, Tongues licking purple red Buds, lavender-perfumed Lilacs. Dogwood spied Spectral through the Greening forest— All at a distance, All a [...]

By |April 27th, 2020|Categories: Farm|5 Comments

For John Prine (Farm Poem 51)

There’s a green river never far. At the waking cusp of sleep, Where around each bend I find myself looking back As often as forward— The paddle dripping silver— To catch a glimpse of precisely What I’ll never see again. The pink moon moves, Pushed by black clouds. There are no contrails tonight, No geometry of sky, Only the winking [...]

By |April 9th, 2020|Categories: Farm|5 Comments
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