Doe // Yalobusha Review

“It’s hunting season in the woods where my girlfriend and I live, outside our tiny green cabin in Mississippi. We’re tucked between a pine thicket and marshy hardwoods, beside a lake where fat catfish pace the rusty bottom. Thick vines hang from bare trees, moss carpets the lowland beside the creek until out on the ridge, a half mile back following the winding creek past where it dries, the land opens out to an expanse of toasted grass turned gold in the winter sun.” 2022

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