The falling snow threatens to unhinge me. I mean in the way the creak of a floor in early morning might, or the sound of coyotes scavenging about in moon light. The way they do all night so near the house. As if they had nowhere else to go. And now this. The first dull…
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Five Things That Scare Me
1. It isn’t death that scares me. You think it would be at the top of the list but it’s too vague. I insist on something more tangible. A late night phone call, a stranger at the door. Knives. Today snow falls fast and persistent, as if it will cover the ground, as if it…
Life Along The River 