Joelyn and I talked through the bars on the stall windows as we shoveled manure into large buckets. We had gotten to know each other one Saturday morning after another, swapping stories while hoisting heavy buckets of horse shit into a small John Deere tractor at the barn where I worked and he volunteered each […]
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Alyse Burnside is a writer living in Brooklyn. They’re working on a collection of essays about work, attachment, and horses. Their work has appeared in The Paris Review, The Atlantic, The Believer, The Nation, DIAGRAM, and elsewhere.
