Spring in Winter
In a matter of hours, we have once again gone from squeak (of snow) to squelch (of mud). Winter ebbs and flows like a tide, …
Reading
I did not know I would put my reading glasses on before the sun came up, or that I would take them off, finally, long …
Limestone City
Today I stood on the library steps under a cloudless blue sky. I looked down towards the lake, just visible, like a bright beacon of …
Twin Worlds
It is a strange thing to have two lives. In one life I live in a garret, and creep around other people’s routines, wincing when …
“The Ghetto”
After only two nights in Limestone City I can see what Frederick Madrigal neglected to tell us. Whole streets, whole blocks, whole neighbourhoods are filled …
After 20 Years
I sleep in a garret: quintessential student lodging. From my window I can see other students walking by; none of them has very many clothes …
Librarians
I can’t let her go. Today, with all the pieces in the right order, I put the librarian back in. Even if the only reason …
Winter and Spring, Still at It
Like the worms, I’ve snuck up out of the ground during warm weather and crawled across the pavement—but I’ve been distracted by watching anxiously for …
Finding Spring
Purple and yellow crocus and tiny white snowdrops litter parks and front yards as if spring has truly arrived. On overcast days, like this one, …
Winter
It’s just cold, windy, white, and barren. There’s less to say about the writing when every word has to be forced out, a slow drip…drip….drip …