I doubt you would like this place.
Blue light on crusted snow, sage drained of chlorophyll, grey sky mirrored in the pond. You say, "The dead of winter." I hear revving in the distance as a rancher warms his truck to feed the bawling cattle. This below zero day freezes complicated thought. The death of desire makes me tired. I want to sleep until spring. |
AuthorNancy Harris McLelland taught creative writing, composition, and literature for over twenty years and Conducted writing workshops for the Western Folklife Center, Great Basin College , and the Great Basin Writing Project . An Elko County native with a background in ranching. McLelland has presented her "Poems from Tuscarora" Both at daytime and evening events at the Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko. Her essay, "Border Lands: Cowboy Poetry and the Literary Canon" is in the anthology Cowboy Poetry Matters . Categories |