River of Play

Cross the Streams

We're still trying to adjust to an equinox that has passed with very little local attention. Fairbanks was frankly pagan in its appreciation of the equinoxes and solstices. 

And I miss that. 

Please indulge me with an experiment. I'm going to see if I can post this to a variety of other media sites. The point is to see if I can do this for my publisher, Boreal Books (an imprint of Red Hen Press), and continue to develop support for my 2018 book, Bone Willows. If you click on the link to your right, you can sign up for the mailing list. We'll remind you about the book in, y'know, a year and a half.  

 

 

New Places

I'm really just getting used to using the blog space again, but I do need a bit of content. I'm open to suggestions...

We're getting settled into new patterns and new community here in Champaign. Much warmer, of course, and so much more humid. Fewer willows--and types of willows--but it's comforting to see the hardwoods again.

On Labor Day, one of Dana's new colleagues came over for wine and conversation. She did her MFA work, and a little extra, at UAF, so we talked about Fairbanks and Alaska. Years ago, I had a friend group that contained a small side collection of people who had lived in Prague at about the same time. They would occasionally clump up at parties and talk about living there. Our Alaska conversation felt a lot like that. The place doesn't feel like the rest of the US, and living there is transformative.