Of Love and Land Spirits

Courtesy Eric Wallen

  We, by the Lake Willow inclines her tasseled boughs towards the earth, but in the south, Oak is tasseled too, garlanded with Spanish Moss.  Sage-blue tufts drape over branches, gossamer ribbons adorning the shade-queen of the summerlands. Willow mourns, but at night, so too does Oak, a dirging dance of stillness, unnoticed steps through silver light seeping through clouded skies.A moon ago I sat under her cloaking branches with him, by the lake whose surface shimmered in slight … [Read more...]

Exploring Place Through Fiction

Image of a building on the Clyde River

Fiction has been a way for me to explore ideas without the boundaries of ordinary reality since I was a child. I don't remember when I wrote my first short story, but I do remember clearly the day that I wrote my first poem. I was 6. I was outside playing with friends down the street when the rain started to fall. I returned home somewhat slowly, daydreaming as I went about the life of ants. By the time I walked in the front door, I went straight to the kitchen table to grab one of my mother's … [Read more...]


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