Tag Archives: crepuscular memory

Comb­ing the naked soil one coun­try morn­ing, my mam­moth Paw­paw taught me to spot an Indi­an arrow­head amidst dun rocks, beneath the wheel of crow chat­ter fill­ing pine shad­ows cast long like swords across buck­brush. Imag­ine my hands, the buck fever I … Con­tin­ue read­ing →