A Wizard of Earth

My research through the past winter was rewarded with some very satisfying corroborations vis a vis some hunches I'd picked up reading O...

Coming home over the marshes with the taste of violet on my tongue, the sun glanced off the grey clouds, golden. Everything was fresh and st...

Greetings, readers. I am pleased to say that this story has been selected for publication in Into the Ruins . You can read it in ...

After three months of silence I find myself in rural Michigan, entering a still greater silence. The business is on hiatus, my employers hav...

The crows are in our neighbourhood tonight. As I went to take out the garbage just now I stopped to admire the clear sky and the bright gibb...

Last week I went walking with a friend along the Grand River, which carries the lifeblood of our part of Southwestern Ontario. It was cold, ...

My readers may know that I volunteer with a grassroots organization called Transition KW. The story of our era's 'Tran...