Two things I wanted to point your way, this very cold Monday that feels more like January than almost-Easter. … Continue reading
The snow’s almost all gone now. There’s a storm blowing outside and I’m worried about a tarp that’s protecting something precious and beautiful out there. Tomorrow, the 27th, it’ll be my birthday. I’ll be 40.
This is a very fine poem! It’s poetry like this that makes me want to learn more about how to write my words well. If life is the dance of form and emptiness (to mix mythologies in a probably unforgivable way) then writing is something of the same. My relationship with the emptiness is good;… Continue reading A poem: The Simple Man Arriving Through the Fields by David Troupes
We are home. It was a long road, a bright road, a road swift under the van wheels. It was a road sweet with friends, sunshine and woodsmoke and some of the most beautiful places in the world.
This story appeared in the first issue of the excellent EarthLines journal earlier this year – if you don’t already subscribe, I recommend going over there (after you’ve read the story) and sorting it out. This story comprised half of a piece, the other half of which was a very fine article by Sharon Blackie… Continue reading The Bear Outside