Melt

Melt

Despite the Arctic airmass that’s been hanging over us, plunging temperatures into the minus double digits, spring is coming. The snow is ever-so-slowly receding towards the forest shadows, the geese are returning, and the other day I saw a seagull soar over our...

Limbo

Picture a film in black and white. A grandfather clock, ticking loudly. The camera twisting to zoom in on its face. Time. is. passing. It’s been a week since I finished my novel and I wait with bated breath for the next round of reader response, spending my days...

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