Ice Tide
The ice travels in and out on the tide like so much flotsom: the great white shards, the frozen …
Birds
Yesterday it was a flock of robins―a good dozen or so―dancing in my neighbour’s pasture, where his cousin keeps his beef in summer, beside the …
Hands
These hands: warm and almost unbearably soft, still reaching to try to grasp and hold delicate memories as they slip under flannel blankets, hide in …
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 …