I Ride A Bicycle To Bring the Cows Home (a poem)
We jump on our bikes as the cows are running down I yell “Come On, Come On, Come On…”. We are a gang of wheels and legs flying down the grassy hill. One by one we shoot through the gate – cows and bikes and then the gate is closed…
Towards Eden: A Vision For the Exiles
I fell asleep on the floor among my papers and pen and awoke later – dragging myself into my bed…In that inbetween place the first line came to me from when I went to sleep – “I fell asleep, dreaming, on hardened ground” and I knew that I would write my own ‘riff’ on Wendell Berry’s Mad Farmer poems…
