I want to swim in the ocean with her. But I can’t. She’s sitting in my lap scrolling through the images of her mother and me. The computer screen is a useless time machine that can’t change the past. The… Continue Reading
Ooola’s calf echoed her song as they dove in the sunshot blue, his voice pure where hers still cracked from disuse. Before Ooomi, Ooola had stopped singing. There had seemed little point, when the tusked ones in the North ice… Continue Reading
“Did someone stick a transceiver on the hull? Was it you, Ed?” “There is no transceiver on your hull. You are not in contact with your vessel. Or any vessel. Just me.” “Come on, Ed. I’m not speaking with a… Continue Reading