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March 8th, 2025
the rage of a wildfire
See, I grow immensely! I am eating the hill. I leap off the cliff. I plunge into the canyon. I stand on the ridge. Brother wind is at my back. I swallow whole, the mountains and pastures. I am a magnificent presence, feeding on everything I touch and stir. They are above me now, in the skies with hapless buckets of water tinkling down…
~ thule ~
I recently received an email from a Norwegian scientist, a longtime, if distant, colleague and mentor. The letter disclosed that he was near the end of his life and it was with great urgency he was sending this request for me to come to him as soon as possible. He had long been holding knowledge of utmost importance that he must pass on before it was too late. This research had never been recorded anywhere in the considerable body of work that he would be leaving behind. It resided only in his own, now most temporal, head. Would I please drop everything and come to him, with all possible haste?…
norah’s barque
Our farm was on an island where my husband and I had chosen to live. Our children had been born here, and had grown into adults here. When I tell my story to the new ones as they come along, as I so often do, the first question always is…
Artwork by Ariel March Williams
