Cast A Cold Eye

“By his command these words are cut:           Cast a Cold Eye, on Life, on Death.  Horseman pass by.” “Under Ben Bulben”, by William Butler Yeats, inscribed on his tombstone. Yeats has always been my favorite poet. From the full upper lip depicted in early photographs and paintings of him, to his unrequited love for Maud… Continue reading Cast A Cold Eye


At one of the boarding and training stables where I took riding lessons, there was a custom passed down through generations of instructors and eager children.  If a horse managed to unseat a young rider, the slightly bruised and dirty little victim was allowed to pull a few strands of said horse’s tail.  The instructor… Continue reading Atonement