Sick child

Red Jello

You can write, I tell him. He talks about inspiration, and I tell him that stories ask to be written everywhere you go. Sometimes they mix with memories and experiences. The waitress pours us both another cup of coffee. She has the same colour hair as me and is about the same size as me. The rain is heavy outside …

Two birds

The Ingraham Trail

‘Aurora borealis’ sings Neil Young whilst we drive. That is what we’re here to see, our goal. We make light twice as bright on our way and it spills out of the car, bending out the windows, filling the Ingraham trail like an ice cold fire. Joni Mitchell next, singing ‘Oh, Canada’, but we both sing louder and I recognise …