The Geecologist

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

Mar 1, 2025 | Fiction

I was in that state between waking and sleeping. From there you can wander towards either of the two. You can go away in a dream or you can open your eyes, be aware of your body, the room, the crows cawing in the snow outside the window. What distinguishes this state...
Congo Journey

Congo Journey

Jun 6, 2020 | Non-Fiction, Travel | 0 comments

In a stretch of comparative quiet, by a shore of white sand, a bird I recognized at once was wading carefully in the shallows: rook-size, it was brown all over, but its head was remarkable: a big broad bill balanced by a triangle of crest projecting from the back gave...
Dust of Snow

Dust of Snow

Jan 5, 2019 | Fiction, Poetry | 0 comments

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued. And now you could read... Beautiful Snow The Book Thief The Overstory Station Eleven Homesick for Another World The Happy...