Kayaking in the maritime forest, I lag behind the guide and see the white egret, shadow-blue heron, nutria’s black nose breaking the surface, an
Abandoned in the cracked blue swimming pool, eyes riding just above the surface of clotted algae, they set the tone for my days. My
How each can voice its ghost across a washed-out prairie widening with dusk, coax replies from what does not exist— A lesson Martin’s learned
These moves predate the century before last, when we first met to sketch maps of how we would connect. In the beginning, all we