The trails slick and soggy after three months’ snow and rain. Water fills the woods, floors all the low places with slow-flowing brown and gray. Sometimes, the water silvers, and branches above, as always, green. Among still-bare canes of wild rose and salmonberry, a new path tramped by dogs off-leash leads to a puddle, now … Continue reading Landscape with Mud and Prints
by Jennifer Bullis
My fear is a flight pattern. It circles and rides the updrafts. I want these stars, all they swallow along the valley: the firs, backlit by the full-moon rise, the bay simmering under its height, my own tight-breathed anticipation, whispered gust of autumn. I want all this carrying. That moon could be my head, scythed, … Continue reading I Anticipate a Metamorphosis
by Jennifer Bullis
When you get all the way down to the sub-atomic level, the location of any particle is not governed by laws but is merely predicted by probability. So think of the microdust gassing away from the delaminating soles of your loafers as possessing a 0.00031% chance of knowing where you put away the furniture polish … Continue reading Organize Your Home Using This Weird Old Trick
by Jennifer Bullis
