Mara

Deep in long retreat, on my favourite bench under the sheltering boughs of an oak, an inch-worm drops onto my arm. Such life seems miraculous: green thread of a body, delicate but dexterous, knowing red head negotiating through a forest of hairs. After appropriate, humblest reflection upon his beauty, upon our equality in sentience, I move […]

The Eagle Made a Circle: An Interview with Samuel Shirt

The eye is led wide, along the utility line that runs beside the winding driveway, off towards the tiny white faces of the Rocky Mountains in the distance. It is immaculately frigid, the long landscape swaddled in dry, thigh deep powder, the low midday sun bleaching the snow blinding. In the open, swirls of stinging […]