i don't come from here. i've lived on this mountain for more than twenty years. the land that i stand on is "my land". and all of the trees, mountains, and roads on the opposite side of my property lines are "my trees", "my mountains", "my roads" because they're so familiar that they're ingrained in … Continue reading roots
a few years ago, i wrote this piece on empty buildings. on a long drive this afternoon, i thought about places that have been empty so long that they crumbled in on themselves and are gone. all that's left is a meandering cairn that used to be a stone wall or the stony bowels of … Continue reading abandoned
many years ago, we lived next to a strange building. it was a grand victorian, a queen among the painted ladies, and had once been a prodigious home. in the years i knew her, she was an empty, echoing shell, an abandoned nursing home, her walls saturated with age and sadness. the locks weren't very … Continue reading empty
the gumboot gumshoe 