Seattle Public Market
Buskers stand like stones in a river. We the effluvium overtop them, turn their edges…
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Peyto outflow
Thundering water slams into our legs, cold to the quick. A surge we feel rather…
Precipitation Gauge
Gentle tok-tok, fronds of the windscreenbrush against themselves. All that remainsof the careful watching once…
Rowing the Dory
Feet against the thwarts Pull hard into the black Water sings to the garboard …
Inside the Wharf
The shrouders are showing their age, and the deck, too, come to think of it,…
Soldier’s Pond
Her girlish yawps cascade from Soldier’s Pond as water subverts ice. Is this like flying?
nine metres; or: a hydrophone
Rain below the shell and my two hands pushing us into the gloaming
A season of storms
The sky wears fatigues tonight. A girl with fingers in her ears feels the earth…
