Leaving harbour, the only hint we have of what’s to come is the horizon, which is jagged, as if torn. [Read more…]

We went to Andalusia at the wrong time of year and for that we were punished. [Read more…]

The eagle arrived shortly after Mum died, perching in the uppermost branches of the Ponderosa pine across the street and soaring past the kitchen window once or twice per day. [Read more…]

On the first March day to feel as if it has Spring tucked like a bouquet behind its back and is twitching to yank it out and surprise us, I take my bike from its winter den. [Read more…]

Thank you for submitting –
Thank you for sending –
We were blessed –
We appreciate –
We’re truly grateful –
We were thrilled. [Read more…]

Mist is drifting off the lake while the December sun consoles the crest of the snow-capped hills with its golden hand. [Read more…]

Last month I stayed in a hotel room the shape and colour of a TicTac and only slightly larger. [Read more…]

For S.P. on the occasion of her half-centennial. [Read more…]

The jolt and hum of the train, the green hills smudging past and, across the aisle, my nieces—two coltish girls on the thorny cusp of womanhood. [Read more…]

Three times in as many weeks: hail. Pearly gemstones plinking down, making a spectacle of themselves, just when we all thought the day might clear. [Read more…]