The Duck Call
On humble objects, deep time, and the breath of the people we have loved.
An irregular journal of Thoughts, Stories, Ideas, and Recollections
On humble objects, deep time, and the breath of the people we have loved.
On highway noise, the loss of silence, and a splinter in the spirit.
On power, performance, and the paint that was always going to be green.
On the slow erasure of a sense, the pills we take for it, and what the whole arrangement might be doing to our politics.
A story of desire and the patience of forgotten things.
A kinder approach to suffering the indignity.