
Now the glass looks, half full. But at evening's end, after the libations are poured and the cash tendered, the glass will be empty.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
Photography by Clark Van Orden


A man's got to be able to stand himself when he works the land. Pass after pass, the growl of the tractor throttling up one side of the rise and down the other, the stasis of the field and forest can make the mind wander when the rows need to be straight.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott

Be quiet before speaking, Read. Walk around. Learn the names of words. Take them home. Study their shapes, the feel on the tongue. Write. Walk around and write. Read aloud the written words. Read them under bridges loud enough to penetrate the concrete and steel above in a neutron voice blast. Read them in public. Make the Exit sign listen. Go home empty of words. Start over.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott