Wannaskan Almanac

This idea for a novel was in my brain for proably 25 years.  Hope you are enjoying it.  I promise to go back to my insane articles once this is done! Chapter 6:  Southward Journey Elias stood on the southern tip of California, the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean stretching before him. He had cleansed America, or at least, the continental United States. The task had been grueling, a seemingly endless journey across a transformed landscape. But the sense of purpose it gave him, the knowledge that he was restoring the world to some semblance of its former glory (or perhaps, its original glory), propelled him forward. South America. The very name whispered of ancient mysteries, of lush rainforests and towering mountains, of civilizations lost to time. It was a continent teeming with life, a place that had been both blessed and scarred by human presence. And it called to him, a new challenge, a new opportunity for cleansing. The journey was daunting. There was no dirtbike to...

Originally published February 24, 2020... The main character is dreaming again. Water is a relentless theme in this narrative, and so it is in this segment of Song 10.   Argose lies down beside me and I dream . . . Diving deep and soundless, the sea’s weight  presses on me like a massive stone Hand over hand I grasp the anchor line              down to the gray sea’s floor, the steel-linked rode                         a forged weight sunk entirely in dim cold At hull-crushing depth, I find the anchor             a three-fingered hand clutching, dragging mud My ship’s keel, suspended pale, floats above Her rigging stands still under crypt-quiet air at anchor, tethered under folded sail My descent continues beneath sea floor             I claw sea-sand as I dive down and down             waves of...