Sawhorse

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A novella, and a meditation on grief, love, loss and going home.

“There was wood to be cut, therefore I got cut too, like the old sawhorse, under the passing saw …”

Nelson Harmon retreats to his family farm following a sudden devastating loss. On the flank of the mountain, alone except for the enigmatic “Renter” living in the old farmhouse, at first Harmon, chopping wood, scraping paint, tending an orchard, is “only a body walking” in grief.

As the summer heat swells, other, almost hallucinatory losses surface:

“Look at any field, stand on the sweat from skin, the spit from mouths that are dead. Three miles down the road, are buried their bones. Time is enormous, my mother once said, we saved what we could.” Like his father before him, working the same land, Harmon does not so much sleep as “wait for the light.”

Sawhorse

Richard Winters/Two Winters Woods

5 × 7 inches, 56 pp, softcover.   $10.00.

 

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Praise for Winters’ earlier work:

Ila (Impatiens Press, 2001)

“Bewitching in simplicity, and equally rewarding … speaks of lives of enormous quiet, in places we tend not to see … an uncanny eye.”

—Mark Rich, Small Press Review

Brightness (Impatiens Press, 1993)

“Winters is a pure unsullied folk artist.”

—Guida Jackson, Touchstone Literary Journal

“A quiet, affecting description of the quiet and desperate life … Lovely work, and moving … a genuine regional voice.”

—Mark Rich, Small Press Review

“Reminiscent of modern day Knut Hamsun … excellent.”

—Rochelle Lynn Holt, The Pilot

 

Malcolm Fife & Seven Stories (Impatiens Press, 1988)
“… Incomparable …”

—Roger Reus, The Stylus