Jumping on a Narcoleptic Horse

This is not a metaphor.  It is a truth
told me by a girl who rides her neighbor’s horse. 

She was approaching the low jump
on Sandman, 17 hands high,  read more »

Ava’s Pony

You’d asked your mother what a range was and she'd said fields like ours, only bigger.
And you knew that horses lived on the range and you wanted a horse  read more »

White on White

Through the New Hampshire dusk
we walk beside an old stone fence.
Easy falling silent snow
covers  a  sleeping field,
all nature cloaked in white.  read more »

Moving On

The horse leaps in the snow
because he cannot fly.

A few minutes a day, the sun
tries to open a curtain in the clouds,
fails, goes away.  read more »

Portland Fire Department 1912

From the Fire Houses the muscled, paired horses
Bolt out at full canter on the silent film,
Miraculously found in a closet after 70 years  read more »

Equitatus Recognitio

Obedience the spur
fealty their doom
human honor their burden,
sacrificed upon glory’s throne,
horror and gore their reward

Ah, the romantic dreams  read more »

Growing Pains

At eleven, I led my new pony, Molly
away from Camp Winnecunnet Petting Zoo,
where she was fed chicken feed and kept
in a wire-framed stall so narrow  read more »

In the Pasture

It would be impossible to draw these three workhorses  read more »