Hi, I’m not Magi. I’m her son, Dainis. This is a “guest post” about a trip I took out to the Jasper area of the Rocky Mountains (near the Alberta-British Columbia border). Having recently fini...
I ran this morning, with frost on the ground, the air sweet and cold, and bird talk splitting the silence. A blue jay voiced its ringing call, an American robin sang ‘cheeriup-cheerio-cheeriup...
When humans enter an environment sans Homo sapiens, they inevitably cause transformations to native flora and fauna which spiral far into the future. If they introduce alien plant and animal species i...
This morning I ran over a skiff of snow under a full moon high in the western sky, the sun not yet risen. In the forest, I dodged puddles, their frosted surfaces barely distinguishable in lingering da...