Category: column

skunk trails…

Equinox Series graphic

accessible version for screen readers: skunk trails flash of lightning in the new year ©2019 by dt.haase A response to Folded Field Notes: Nocturnal dt.haase is a haiku poet, regular contributor to unFold, and a wanderer for wonder

Autumnal Shift

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Flock of blackbirds moving over the house, silent as they almost always never are — heading south, one wing beat at a time. Leaving behind the September cries of the finches, (in French, no less — Vite! Vite! Vite! / Quick! Quick! Quick!); the…

snowfall…

Equinox Series graphic

accessible version for screen readers: snowfall — the white rabbit disappears ©2019 by dt.haase A response to Folded Field Notes : Silence dt.haase is a haiku poet, regular contributor to unFold, and a wanderer for wonder

Fossils

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Out the back road of Charlestown, down a steep hill, across a disused railway, around a rough-brambled coastline and under the line of high tide: layers of grey mudstone, semi-eroded, open to the touch and tell their story. Some layers say little. Others retain…

heavy snow…

snow filling stone steps

accessible version for screen readers: heavy snow the sound of a man who loves his own voice ©2019 by Michael O’Brien Michael O’Brien lives in Glasgow Scotland. He is the author of, As Adam (UP Literature), Big Nothing (Bones) and The Anabasis of Man…

Grasmere

It is a place of dreams. It is a place of rolling hills and slow moving water, a sunken pocket of land where deer roam the open spaces and osprey soar the empty skies. The sky here travels high and wide like a long breath.

[Workshop] FOLDING WORDS: Landscape & Memory

Originally posted on Grayestone Lodge:
If you’ll be in the Lakes Region the first week of April, come write with me on 4 April 2019, 6:00-8:00 p.m. at the Meredith Community Center. We will explore the intersection of landscape and memory through creative writing…

Late One Icelandic Afternoon

Not the holiday destination but Halldór Laxness the snow-wrapped mental angst of Erlendur the misty procession of longboats off Akureyi the past, the past, always present in the now that never seems to get noticed. How many people have passed this storefront window carrying…

Four Leafed Clover

stylized overhead photo of a woodland trail

Three, they say, is the largest number you’ll never need to count. Your eyes decide the Threeness or Unthreeness of things at a glance, along with Twoness, Oneness, Zeroality. Fourness and everything above is different, except when patterned like the spots on ladybirds and…

ALILA FEVER

colorized close up of water rippling over a rock

path between rice fields -lined with stone lanterns – bears the hotel’s new name