I have almost nothing to share that’s the equal of this song anyway. It fills me up. This morning, I woke up feeling like I was going to explode with words. But regular life interrupts and here I am. Heartbroken. Committed. Burning. It’s okay to burn.
Pt. I Pt. II Pt. III “Where are you going, then?” asks Alec, as they reach the factory. “I got business in town,” she says. “You go in and work, I’ll pick you up afterwards. Mind Peter, okay? He’s new and he’s small. Marilyn needs him to make some money, so he can’t get fired. […]
Pt. I Pt. II Marilyn’s gone. Alec’s sitting down. “I went to the sea, and took a boat up the coast. Did some fisherman duties for a while, then back inland and logged. Spent time in the bush. I got all the way to Alaska, Anthea. You know what it is to be in Alaska, […]
Pt. I A shack overlooks a river. In the middle of summer, the river runs almost dry, and the shack then overlooks a flatland of baking mud. At the edge, tall grass grows. There’s a path from the shack to the water, and a single woven chair at the edge of the water – at […]