Mark Carter

Mark Carter spent several years in the Army. He has been a farrier, and a packer & guide in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, as well as a cross-country truck driver, itinerant field worker, and laborer. One of his short stories is scheduled to appear in the Spring Edition of Passager Magazine. He lives in central Idaho with his partner and a cat.

Memorial in Sand

Three statues stand together at the edge of the tree line. Alert, deliberately calm, they look in the same direction, though not precisely at the same place. Boonie-rats. Grunts. They are looking, always will be looking at The Wall: a great gash of black stone slabs in a green civilian lawn. A carefully shaped pile of black sand.

Creative Nonfiction

Mark Carter

Mark Carter spent several years in the Army. He has been a farrier, and a packer & guide in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, as well as a cross-country truck driver, itinerant field worker, and laborer. One of his short stories is scheduled to appear in the Spring Edition of Passager Magazine. He lives in central Idaho with his partner and a cat.

Memorial in Sand

Three statues stand together at the edge of the tree line. Alert, deliberately calm, they look in the same direction, though not precisely at the same place. Boonie-rats. Grunts. They are looking, always will be looking at The Wall: a great gash of black stone slabs in a green civilian lawn. A carefully shaped pile of black sand.

Creative Nonfiction

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