drmstream[writing]

The ice forms sur­rep­ti­tiously, against all prob­a­bil­ity, when win­ter takes a river.  The pieces form inad­ver­tently, bound by the cold, and col­lide into each other, adhered by the quick­en­ing of the silky black water.  It’s like a crowd of sum­mer lilies — but it isn’t.  The pieces of ice are jagged and uneven, thick and […]

When I was 14 or so, my father  reclaimed a sail­boat that had been left untended for years on a trailer under the trees near our house. The open deck had been closed in by a waxed, mildewed can­vas cover. Under the moss and grit that cov­ered the hull, the wood was still sturdy and sound. […]