The Story of the Wendigo

The boy’s father was a strong, hard but kind man named Joseph, who built the cabin over ten years ago with his father and brothers. The last shingle was nailed to the cabin’s roof shortly before the boy, whose name was Michael, was born, and Michael’s sister Amber was two years old. Joseph built theContinue reading “The Story of the Wendigo”

mind of an idle body in a landscape alive with motion

Alien and somewhat wrong it seems that such an activity, that is the creative expression from mind to hand and hand to pen and pen to ink and ink to paper and ink on paper to eye and back again to mind in endless cycle, should feel out of place in a setting such asContinue reading “mind of an idle body in a landscape alive with motion”

my brother the stone

The ocean waves, that is the rhythmic undulations emitted ceaselessly from the rich void out there and beneath us in the earth and the weather from above, gently yet unyielding, roll over the back of the large stone three-quarters submerged at the water’s edge in a distinctive V-pattern, and such a pattern takes lasting shapeContinue reading “my brother the stone”

arriving at the rainbow gathering

nearing the beach at Sombreo for the first time lit on magic mushrooms, the hour approaches dawn-break my Quebecois companion leads the way in the quiet twilight we stumble through the dark forest trail trees enormous like in fairy tales mystic purple fog drifting in from the ocean we near the tree-line sound of wavesContinue reading “arriving at the rainbow gathering”