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A Study in Ancestors and Rust

  The giant stands across the dark river with one foot on each side. Glints of silver can be seen in the waters that rush past between his feet. The darkness between them is the darkness of the night without moon. His eyes do not […]

Colors and Warnings

There is fire near me once again.┬áThe flames are on the other side of the hill I live at the base of by a creek. I felt them in my dreams all night. The air I breath is rough in my throat. It is scratchy […]

The Nice Day

This piece was originally published in A Beautiful Resistance, Issue 4. I am republishing it here in memory of the rain I hope will soon visit us here in California. I find myself at the top of a barren hill. The light is dim and […]

Agranona’s Ancient One: Rebuilding Therasia

I look down at my body as my sisters’ children carry it into the shade. It seemed so strong, and I was always proud of it until this moment. Now it is a thing of curiosity to see and I feel only wonder that it […]

Walking the long night

Two shadows in the grass fade out slowly Their legs lost as they go   There are holes in the sky full of sadness Stars and tears in the dark   The smell of dead things is sweet tonight The Good Green Earth gives back […]

Smoke and Ancestors

There are ashes on my keyboard. They sifted in through the windows when I opened them to let out the smoke from a too-hot cooking pan a couple days ago. They came in when I opened the door to let my beloved in after a […]

The Blaze: A Fire Memoir

It is November 2016. The election has taken place, and we are gathering around a fire. We are in my backyard. It is early November and the air is cold. The flames grow strong our portable fire pit, and there is barely enough room for […]