Hay in Her Pockets

Blink and it’s there again…the grotesque horrorthe tortured panic.Close your eyes but it won’tBlink away. All power and panic,the horse pummels the ground:Escaped. Free.But he slidesand plummetsand pounds and pounds and poundsuntil he flails himself upright. Blink your relief, only to open to the macabre horrorof maimed beauty.Fragmented foreleg flappinglike laundryon the line. After, waiting [...]

My first broken heart was not at the hands of some clumsy pubescent boy. Rather it was the result of the trampling only a horse can dish out. It wasn’t his fault either (that’s horse corollary number one, by the way: It’s Never the Horse’s Fault: see Lessons post below). It just so happened that [...]