If I Didn’t Know Better

I’m waiting for the tea kettle to squeal. I always like to let her have a good long lusty scream before I turn off the flame; if I turn it off at the first I feel I’ve cheated her somehow. It’s a solidarity thing. My ginseng tea bag is waiting in my mug by the … Continue reading If I Didn’t Know Better →

Dark & Lovely

Dark and lovely. That’s the name I’ve given to the aspect of myself that I can’t quite get a handle on. It is dusk and the forest is groaning under the weight of the first snow of winter. Heavy and wet. The coals in the wood stove glow red. The furnace kicks on, the radiant … Continue reading Dark & Lovely →