I wake after dozing and for a moment the raindrop crawling sideways across the window is a sleep-blurred nonsense. Below I see the crumpled mountain world of the Rockies folding into the Sierra Nevadas. I look over lakes of salt and brown jagged emptiness and imagine what it must have …
Dwine – intransigent verb \ˈdwīn\ : to waste or pine away: languish – Merriam-Webster Dictionary Between the words in old sagas, between the rhyme and meter, I sense a presence—the words not said, the gods not named. I imagine these characters, the unspoken ones. One of them is called …
It’s as if the mushrooms’ folded world has its own colour spectrum, warm and dark; brown, orange, red and yellow, a shiver of green in the darkness of a decaying log. Trees curve over the steep valley, grey barked, zigzagging the distant sky. This is a house of trees, earth …