The Geecologist

French Exit

French Exit

Jan 16, 2021 | Fiction | 0 comments

“I’ve just been out riding my bicycle,” Malcolm said. “What bicycle?” “Frances bought me one for Christmas.” “That’s sad. Where are you?” “Next to the canal. Want to know what I’m looking at?” “Not really. All right.” “Right in front of me there’s a boatload of...
The Trees

The Trees

Mar 1, 2015 | Featured, Fiction | 0 comments

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they did too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of...