August 6, 2014

Noel Armstrong

The Clearing

I’ve hated my grandfather since the time he took me elk hunting and he made me follow tracks for three days with me hoping they’d disappear but they wouldn’t disappear and we found the young bull in a clearing stomping snow off the grass to feed when my grandfather’s bullet took it through the gut and steam rose from the snow where its viscera fell and its eye lolled as it tried to regain its feet and I cried for my grandfather to finish it but he unzipped his pants and whistled as he took a steaming piss into the snow.


Noel Armstrong lives in the Colorado mountains with his wife and kids and a land porpoise named Max.

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