by Harry Holdorf | Apr 29, 2014 | Blogs, Fiction, Harry Holdorf
My name is Johnson Adams, I’m reporting for The Huffington Post. The year is 2084. I’m on board Bloc #342, on my way to a place called the Dark Side Of The Moon Chicken Ranch. I’m hitching a ride with Ann Chu, 23, a farmer from Kunming, Yunnan, China, and Randy...
by Harry Holdorf | Mar 28, 2014 | Blogs, Harry Holdorf
I think it was Wendell Berry who said birds and we had much in common, because we both eat bugs. Not that WE actually eat bugs, but bugs are our enemies. Cows we do eat, though. Outside my desk window, it’s basically cows and birds. Cows are quite nimble creatures,...
by Harry Holdorf | Mar 21, 2014 | Blogs, Harry Holdorf
It’s a hackneyed cliché that great poets, writers, thinkers, are seldom recognized by their contemporaries. Cultures are so caught up in their own little dioramas, the bigger pictures often pass by unseen. Perhaps future generations will recognize Wendell Berry as the...
by Harry Holdorf | Mar 5, 2014 | Blogs, Harry Holdorf
There was this hairy, black, long, rounded mucus-covered package come slowly sliding out the rear end of a angus cow, standing alone in the middle of a spring-green Carolina meadow. Momma slowly turned and began licking and nudging the gently moving life package, and...
by Harry Holdorf | Feb 25, 2014 | Blogs, Harry Holdorf
What with the recent state-by-state recreational pot legalizations, I thought I’d look up my buddy Billy Weed from fifty years ago, and see what he’s thinking these days. I found him retired, living in a drafty old farmhouse in western Tennessee, enjoying feeding the...
by Harry Holdorf | Feb 16, 2014 | Blogs, Harry Holdorf
Declaring himself a commodity trader, dabbling in sentimental feelings, he would up and say to someone: “Do you feel the majesty of a carrot plant? The bright tubular orange, the intricately green tiny filigreed top, the blue hue, over the dancing broken top leaves,...
