by Carol Casey The August sun has almost spun the straw to gold in the large stack behind the barn. We take turns sliding down its side, whooping in the earthy smell, the scratchy stalks tickling. Not sure why I go down backward, push off so hard. I land with a thump on almost…
By Milton Ehrlich After celebrating my wife’s 89th birthday,we googled a man who knows answersto all of life’s fundamental questions.He lived far away, and parking was impossible. I left our car alongside a moat guarding a castle.Screeching white egrets patrolled the grounds.A longtime hiker, I could walk around the world,but…