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 […]
The day the well died it was hot and dry and my father had run out of money for the month. We opened the taps and nothing came out. It took a while to sort out that all the mechanical things that needed to work to get water into the pipes were working. The garden began […]
And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice […]
I shared a bus ride in Ireland once with a French man who carried more photo equipment than clothing. It was 1979 and the bus ran local stops up into Donegal from Killybegs. I was on my way to a little town called Glencolumkille, where I’d spent a timeless week in a cottage with six […]