The grass is threadbare on this hilltop and the soil washed away, but the stones hold on all the same. Sunset casts its sparks over maroon rock. In…
On the tower wall, a spreading of wings: both the lighthouse and the bird look out to sea. There is a rising feeling as the body lifts up. To be…
Geese wheeled to pass straight overhead, their honking and flapping resounding in my chest. For a moment, I was…
The sun shines upon a farm north of Reykjavík. I do not stand on that farm but in the yard of the…
One head raised, the other lowered: one looks to the mountains, the other to the sea. Though the sculptures capture separate…
The storms have ended. Bitter cold sets in again. The sky is deceptively blue and cloudless, but the air is arctic; once outside, your blood…
A movement up ahead — but no! It is no movement at all. It is a mountain, perched at the point the road disappears. A troll’s tooth. A…
Two prints lead in opposite directions, like a root splitting, and collect bits of the world as it drifts by. The impact has been made. A…