Everything is Different
I still take pictures. I search through image after image, thinking about what the photographs of this new life might mean, struggling to find a …
Horizon Line
The ice lies along the horizon, glowing so fiercely silver that it hurts my eyes. It is as if the moon has been stretched into …
Footprints
Everything seems solid now, but the evidence is still here below the rumpled surface: an unknown creature appeared at dusk, made a transit across a …
January Green
The Year of No Summer slides into The Year of No Winter. Such off-kilter seasons are forgiving: today I raked the sodden oak leaves from …
Beach in Winter
Cold weather changes this place: wind bites; sand becomes rock; shells become fossils; waves leave the thinnest layer of ice all along the shore, like …
Icicle
They grow like reverse weeds, tiny and fragile and only a little bit cold. They’ll feed on snow, transformed by cold nights and sunny days …
Microcosm
A forest on a mountaintop, sheer cliffs of dizzying heights set in a sea of brown and curling waves. We can hardly see the stars …
November Rose
It bloomed in October, and lasted until today’s torrential rain. It stood on the lawn like a kind of sentinel, watching as we walked, distractedly, …
Old Shoe
Another artefact, cracked and moss-covered, lies damply beside the brook. There is a iron-mine of rusting garbage in this spot, along with still-recognizable household items …