The Torn Earth
I just couldn’t stay at the farm this morning to watch. It felt too much like watching your baby go into surgery and seeing the surgeon move in with the knife. […]
Whispers and Plummets of Spring
The sun is nowhere near up when I’m woken by the sound of plummeting ducks. This morning, for some reason, the mallards and bufflehead that normally feed and fight over […]
“Life is so very good on certain days…”
“Life is so very good on certain days that one almost lives in fear of having to pay for it in full.” -Ken Millar, letter to Eudora Welty
Treeees!!!
They’re Heeeeeere! The trees, that is. So are Logan, Lacey and Shay, who’ve come up from Eugene to put 100(!) chestnut trees in the upper pasture, along with an […]
Mud Season
It’s been almost a month since I left you, descending into the darkness south of Christchurch. In a way, not a lot has happened since then: I kicked around the […]
New Story: Raiders of the Lost Triwall
“Shelly can think of more embarrassing ways to die, and she’s had more than enough time to enumerate them. But none that feel so ironic, nor as damning to her […]
North
It’s eight hours in an LC-130 Hercules from Pegasus Airfield, at the edge of the ice shelf off Ross Island, north to Christchurch. A C-17 can do it in five, […]
Waking…
You’re always reluctant to talk about the dream, because somehow it stops being real when you do. That’s why you try so hard to hang onto these liminal moments: because […]
On the Other Side
At 78S 168W, we have come out on the other side. We’re still a day shy of the antimeridian and international date line, but almost on cue as we approached […]
Into Another World
We have sifted silently across the gray, Stygian waters of the Amundsen Sea into another world. For days an unchanging gray murk of sky betrayed no hint of day or […]
David Pablo Cohn 