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 …
Before the Fall
They aren’t wild apples; once, this was a field or an orchard, and a human hand planted this tree. Now, alders and hawthorn grow up …
Vigil
As if we could call her back with candles. As if the flickering light could guide her home. As if she could be found, safe, …
Old Shipyard
The line of posts along an empty expanse of beach is all that remains. Infused with a century of seawater, covered in mops of rockweed, …
First Snow
Every time we look out the window, something different: rain, wind, sleet, rain, hail, rain, hail, houses with wet basements, and there it is, snow. …
Out of Season
There’s something about finding a single wild strawberry in autumn, ripe for eating. It’s a late bloomer, a tortoise, a valiant effort, a Rocky, an …
Stone Tree
The tree is as huge as a Greek column in the Doric style. Buried for three hundred million years, it emerges from the cliff …
Revealed
The path is so overgrown that I have to cut my way through with long-handled pruning shears. When I look up, an abandoned nest is …