My Monthly Journal A personal dispatch for readers, writers, and wanderers The sun rides long and low across the water. Bare skin warm, paddle still, I let the current decide. Out here, time loses its edges — and for a few slow hours, so does everything else. — Summer solstice, Beaver River Each month, near… Continue reading May 29 . Issue 192
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July 25. Issue 182
“In this, there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But… Continue reading July 25. Issue 182