Following is my poem in honor of the mustang named Freedom who broke the chains of the BLM. It is created with the only tools I have at my disposal to help these beautiful creatures: my words. It is also a gift to the many, many people who tirelessly work on behalf of these animals [...]
A few months ago I received a package from my father; in it were three drawings that my sister had created with pencil and Crayola crayon, probably when she was in elementary school. That places them at more than 30 years old. I remember her as being quite artistic as a young girl, and she [...]
The roundup has ended, but herds and families have been permanently torn apart. I have put my angst over this into a poem, and it is dedicated to Cloud, all wild horses, and those who love them. I am still searching for the silver lining in this. In a letter on the Cloud Foundation’s blog, [...]