BLOG
-
Wolf
105 wordsThe salt-worn trees and their terraced arms white as bone, as cartilage, twined into rope and laced like string between cloud and earth. Wind blows through, caught in the late-light shadows, the teeth of baleen whales, gusts of seawater and krill, sea-wind and spring mosquitos, the ocean giving each footstep to the ferns, a slipped,…
-
Birdless
544 wordsThe mornings I best remember are those of my elementary school summers. I’d wake up at 7 or 8 am, for no reason but the habit of school lingering into my sleep schedule. I’d have some cereal, and put on jean shorts, and a baggy cotton t-shirt, and black rubber rain boots, and the old…
-
Morning Grey
117 wordsI hear a train horn in the morning grey. I can so clearly imagine it down by the river. With each reverberation it pushes against the quiet, the rippled river, all the way out to the mouth of the ocean, and the coarse interior mountains at the end of the Columbia, the Snake, the Fraser,…
-
Sea and Sky
87 wordsBlue mountains fade like mist out of the water, reflections of each other, dawn to dawn, the haze of all horizons stretched over them. It seems these mountains are all water, that they are the sea and the sky at once; empty and cloudless yet full of something that is old and living. I stretch…
Follow Me
Learn More
