Hand

Went on a short walk with the dogs today. Following them across a freshly snowed baseball field, I noticed their prints paralleling each other, in sets of four paws, like words on a page. Morse code. Tab (if you're a guitarist). Braille in the negative. Then I noticed the two dogs' sets were mirror images …

Scooping Arcs

In some coincidence, by one, I've found myself reading a lot about the Arctic lately. I'd always known it was up there, waiting. Well, not really. It never needed me. But I'd always felt a little guilty somehow. Ignorance. Maybe that accounts for why. Anyway, first was Barry Lopez's Arctic Dreams, which took a while …

Liminal

"The short man followed, limping, terrific, crablike." Nearly through reading 900 pages of Faulkner short stories, and can't get rid of the sentence above. For some reason. Yesterday, while doing research for a story I'm writing, I came across a Cree word that any bird hunter would appreciate: “Papêtikwâskopaniow.” I wish I could pretend I …