Writings by: Marc Harshman

This author has written 4 pieces

Not All That Much

It wasn’t all that much, you might say, nothing to write home about, just a heavy green floor of ground cedar and springy peat littered with reindeer moss and lichened stones, here and there evidence of flying squirrels, muddy punctures in the cloth of the moss, and coyotes, their ropey,…

Praxis

The soil is blackened with years of the north farm’s manure. Speckled green lifts from the unseen             white flecks of lettuce             seed sown weeks earlier. Faith. Hope. Charity. The large words of religion          …

Sling Shot

Chalk dust. Is returning really so simple? From the hallway, he can see through the open door of the abandoned classroom, through its far window, and out into the hay fields that lay beyond. There is a single bale rotting against the fence. They would stack them, he remembered, build forts…