The Runes

Three people gathered around the white cloth under the late-day sun. One woman shook a small leather pouch, whispering a question to the gods as she did so. She emptied its contents into her bejeweled hands, exhaling once over them before releasing the lot onto the cloth. Strips of nut wood landed on the fabric.…

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Poetry From Iceland

Opnaðu hug þinn. gakktu hjóðlega. Open your mind, tread softly. – a sign at the start of the walking paths on Hrísey While attending an art residency on the island of Hrísey I felt compelled to write poetry again. There was little wonder why this happened. The island’s landscapes whispered inspiration at every turn. A…

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Chasing Comets

In a solitary life there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation he was to me. Madeline Miller “Circe” For the last few weeks, the celestial showpiece, Comet ATLAS, has graced us in the Northeast with her presence as it circumnavigates our…

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