Hunting – That Terry

Eskimo – Anonymous

December 17, 2012August 8, 2020 Author

Far inland go my sad thoughts. It is too much never to leave this bench. I want to wander far inland. I remember hunting animals, the good food. It is too much never to leave this bench. I want to wander far inland. I hunted like men. I carried weapons, shot reindeer, bull, cow, and calf, killed them with my arrows one evening…

The Buck – Susanna Rich

November 21, 2012August 8, 2020 Author

When I was ten, Grandmother told me to get her stuffed when she died like the buck head by the door catching webs of evil in his antlers. She was to be seated in the living room on the sofa (or chair, our choice), facing the piano where I would play Brahms, Liszt and Chopin. Her eyes were to be open (maybe a…