Wooden Heart
Near the top of the hill is a clearing strewn with plastic buckets, tractor tires, a rusted swing set, a wooden doghouse with a corrugated …
Near the top of the hill is a clearing strewn with plastic buckets, tractor tires, a rusted swing set, a wooden doghouse with a corrugated …
They are easy to see in the clear water of the pond, attached to the stems of last year’s cattails. There are hundreds of them, …
Two trees have grown up inside a roll of rusted sheep fence. This woodland was once a pasture; cows and sheep stomped their feet and …
It is both easy and difficult to find the wildflowers. Difficult because the blooms are tiny, and often grow in singles or small clumps of …
Delicate egg fragments lie on the path. The colour catches my eye when I am still many steps away and I don’t immediately know what …
In a month this growth will be knee-high, and in two months waist-high, but at the moment it looks like someone brought a mower deep …
The forest is a beach, the hill a shoreline, this fallen tree a whale. The current has carried the whale’s remains to this sheltered spot, …
After two hundred and four pages, I begin to lose track of things a little. I draw character maps, list names, complete a chronology. This …
The air is warm, but other than that it’s harder to tell here that spring is in full bloom. There are no blossoms in the …
People tell me I’ll want a chainsaw, and one day that may be true. But so far, I’ve been cutting with hand tools. When I …