Summer smoke
Yesterday morning as I set out to walk the dog, the sun was a flaming sphere in the eastern sky. The steeples of my “church” half-hidden…
Jewels of the Skeena
My dad had seven sisters who loomed large in his life, so when LW and I found our farm in the Skeena valley—almost 14 years ago…
January ice
“Life is only a flicker of melted ice,” Dejan Stojanovic says. “Ice contains no future, just the past, sealed away.” Haruki Murakami Silence can always be…
Speed racers’ mom
The first year my sons raced go-karts, I joked that I only went to watch so I’d be there to hold their hand in the ambulance…
Dress me up and take me anywhere
Mannequins from Proportion>London photographed by Patricia Niven and reprinted with permission from Spitalfields Life.
Endings
I don’t know why, but the news of Gillian Bennett’s death by suicide sent me rummaging through my bookshelves in search of this Alden Nowlan poem from…
