Waiting
The air is heavy and still; an August day in early May. We push through the brush up the north hill, trying to find the …
The air is heavy and still; an August day in early May. We push through the brush up the north hill, trying to find the …
Last week I wrote myself into a corner. I had seen it coming for months, imagined that by the time I arrived it would solve …
Cedar finds a porcupine in the bushes. While the dog barks wildly, the porcupine pulls itself heavily up a pin cherry sapling, quilly hand over …