Contributions by Dalenna Moser

Issue 7 | Summer 2010

Wounded Horse

By | Prose

Mona lives in a trailer so she can keep her horse scoop his shit with her shovel, that’s love.  The railings of my fingers circle his nostrils as she thrusts the needle into his bleeding legs and I stroke his ears while white gauze is draped over his shins like I would caress the ears …