THE MADRIGAL is now in print! You can find your copy of the novel directly from the publisher: https://www.inanna.ca/index.php/catalog/madrigal/ or at Amazon: https://www.amazon.ca/Madrigal-Dian-Day/dp/1771334932/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1528712689&sr=8-1&keywords=the+madrigal+dian+day or at …
I put on my mother’s undershirt, my mother’s socks, her splash pants, the gloves I found at the very back of her closet underneath the …
I look for an explanation across the expanse of water. Arrows of ice point me in all directions. They are too thin to hold my …
The ice travels in and out on the tide like so much flotsom: the great white shards, the frozen …
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 …
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 …
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, …
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 …
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 …
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 …
