British Soldiers
Tiny red soldiers march across the rotting stumps of trees, and camp in the gravelly soil of open clearings. All lichens are a unique alliance …
Tiny red soldiers march across the rotting stumps of trees, and camp in the gravelly soil of open clearings. All lichens are a unique alliance …
Today, a ragged yellow balloon lies beside the path. Its ribbon is still attached, curled among last year’s leaves, green sprigs, and the rocky earth. …
The field is dotted with old farmers and antique tractors, ploughing the sod over in straight rows, exposing brown earth to blue sky. A row …
The church hall is filled with the kindness of polished wood. Floor, baseboards, doors, trim, piano, organ. Even this exquisite ceiling. Who takes that …
In the church hall children get up and sing, alone, in front of an adjudicator, a smattering of parents, and a sprinkling of strangers. In …
In between bouts of writing Cedar and I go to our Big Backyard; while she runs around after rabbits I begin to clear alder and …
I sit here for hours and watch the light in the room change as the sun moves from the back of the house to the …