Where I write
I write — in company of dreams, and squirrels, with an online dictionary in memories of woods. I write — imagining the shape of waves and footpaths marked by cairns […]
Monthly Archives: October 2018
She wears Manilo Bhlanik slippers
The creature from the black water tries in vain to hide her webbed feet in second hand Manilo Bhlanik slippers. Otherwise she dresses plain in old sealskin, kelp and ghostnets. […]
Rosehips before the frost
This poem is not an oak, ancient, sturdy, leafladen, but a wiry willow, windbent, waiting in the brisk of breeze to shred its leaves. This poem is not a scent […]
Someone should pay
Scarecrows… they look like scarecrows. D.C. Scott Sutton tightens his grip around the railing facing the judge and the barristers.. Remembering, closing his eyes… a young woman’s body, like Ophelia… […]
Shortcut to work
When winter is deep and water’s transformed into ice, the road that we shortcut to work might seem for you an adventure, for us it is normal. When the lake […]
