The Edge of Hunger

~ I wake in the night far from home. For a while I lie there, feeling the unfamiliar hotel room around me, hearing the soft hum of the ventilation system and listening to my partner’s rhythmic breathing, asleep. Somewhat groggily, I wander back through the story and images from which I have just awakened, considering


Patience and Wild Things

How impatient we are as a species. In the morning light, I stood on a rocky shore called Granite Beach (‘beach’ is a highly inaccurate misnomer), an arc of sea cove populated with thousands of small, rounded granite stones washed up against the low cliffs. I had chosen to spend a good part of my