#hookedonhorses

Life Happens: The Unplanned Dismount

“I owned horses for 20 years until divorce happened,” the reader said, asking me to write about it. “I think they are the only thing that kept me sane and leaving them was the hardest thing I have ever done.” The reader said it was literally a matter of life or death. I believe her because isn’t that what it would take? Do you raise your voice with brassy bravado to say you would keep your horse…

Photo Challenge & Poem: Smile

A proud gray horse with a soft eye. Dwarfed by his manner, I almost don't feel the barb of the tiny fishing hook slide between my ribs. It's razor sharp and nearly painless because I'm distracted by his inquisitive ears and moist breath. Distracted by his clear intelligence and the warmth of his muscles, my hand resting under his mane. Don't fight it; the hook cuts so deep that scar tissue…