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The City

5 February 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

The city is a strange place to me now.

Driving down the highway lined with strip malls, hotels, restaurants; it is hard to ignore the neon lights blinking and flashing.

 

Everything vying for your attention and the commercial gain that may be the consequence. ...[Read More]

Sled Trails

31 January 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

Everything I bring in to the cabin in the winter time (at least after the snow has finally made driving unrealistic), is pulled behind me in a black plastic sled.

This mode of transportation has accommodated all the regular supplies (groceries, food, water, dishes), some unusual ones (TV for movies, firearms), and some downright bizarre ones (my piano, plywood, and Breagha in a dog crate!).

Like everything else that moves around here in the winter, we leave the history of our adventures mapped out in the snow like hieroglyphics. ...[Read More]

Heartbreak

28 January 2012 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

Heartbreak is the strangest thing.

Inevitably, it arises in all of us for a reason. It does not exist in a void of circumstance.

 

Something, or someone leads us to this place, and I find this to be true: it is characterised by intense periods of hopelessness, juxtaposed against a completely alien feeling of absolute liberation and freedom. ...[Read More]

Wonderful day

26 August 2011 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

It’s funny.

If someone had said to me sometime that you can feel the soul shift, I would have rolled my eyes and condemned them to stand in the ranks of other romantic fools.

And yet, I find that you can. ...[Read More]

Dog’s life

20 August 2011 | Category: Stories | Author: Clare

About a month ago River was hit by a train.

With her head in my lap, blood wheezing through her nose, it occurred to me just how heartbroken I would be if she died. ...[Read More]