RACE DAY

On the backstretch they disappear into the land. The occasional  rising of a head is momentarily glimpsed. Even from here, the pounding of the earth is faintly heard. The crowd remains silent as they emerge from the final curve. Nostrils flaring, leather and sweat, taught reins, hooves ripping the dirt aside. They are massed together. … More RACE DAY

JUST BEFORE AWAKE

It was a raining of dreams, like stars falling on the edges of safe harbors, encouraging the heroes we have inside as visions of advancing shadows pressed through a gray descending mist until images of horses appeared; their muscles burdened with motion, running past, thundering the ground, until blending into black curtains. The forest is … More JUST BEFORE AWAKE