We walk the wetland trail, my friend and I, bundled and mostly quiet. He is the kind of person who hears the world more precisely than I do. He knows birds the way some people know languages, through cadence, inflection, and a fluency that seems to bypass conscious thought. When he listens, it is withContinue reading “Each Voice Matters”
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Winter, Arriving
Snow clings to the tippy-tops of evergreens,high on Cypress Island, where winter holds fastin silent grasp. The slate-grey waves of Bellingham Channelcurl, then collapse, resigned to frost-veined cold. At my temples, a dusting of grey—Winter’s scouts arrive, their breath on the air,its shadow drawing near. The crows have been idle,lurking at the corners of myContinue reading “Winter, Arriving”