- From the Short Story Montana. To find out more click on the Short Stories page above.
When just a girl her mother said You have a hundred acre heart. Someday, I know, you’ll meet a boy And you and he will never part. He’ll love your heart’s untrammeled wilds, The seasons of your vagrant sky; He’ll build a house for both of you And sow your rapturous fields with rye. But let some paths go undiscovered And heed your woodland pools; the moon Will visit unregarded where The bones—the feasts of wolves—are strewn. Hide from him the baleful owl And if he hears the midnight’s howl, There’s savagery in what you are— Never let him go too far.