“And I know I will hanker after nothing so much
“And I know I will hanker after nothing so muchAs one more sky moon of fire”
As one more sky moon of fire”Sandburg, “The Prairie”
“The Prairie”This is a difficult subject because it has everything to do, really, with s*x. I’m from Iowa and grew up in Fort Dodge, a small community of perhaps thirty thousand souls. The people there pulled coal, gypsum, and clay out of the earth. They manufactured bricks and sheetrock. They raised corn, soybeans, hogs, and cattle. For years, Fort Dodge boasted many of the biggest slaughterhouses on this planet. Sausage, salami, bacon, steaks, and wieners traveled outbound from its disassembly plants. Farmers called the high-intensity feedlots “finishing schools,” and downwind they referred to the “smell of mo
