Touchstone
After the bereaved leave the beloved, after the gate locks, when the horned moon peeks over the horizon, the headstones
Tag: Pacific Northwest
Remnants
At last, the listless woodland stream, spent by months of summer drought, fanned into a shallow lake, barely murmuring as
Evening Rapture
One must wonder whether wildlings appreciate the grandeur of their surroundings, apart from their innate connection to their world. This
Crossroads
Perhaps I should have felt apprehension as these vultures swept about me, circling, dipping into the valley below, then swooping
Gray Jay
Good day to you, good day, Gray Jay! What do you, can you say today? Not like your cousins, not
The Wild One
Slowly, a young blacktail buck works his way along the coastal verge, nibbling the tender shoots that spring into light