In Ice, but Out of Place: Flood Day 4

Fort Vermilion Flood, 2020. My last two reflections about this flood have focused on the liminal moments. The moments of downtime where we find ourselves in between two extremes, and where the outcome is still unknown. In other words, the waiting game. Yet, the last two days have been anything but downtime. I have beenContinue reading “In Ice, but Out of Place: Flood Day 4”

A Lesson in Juxtaposition: The Flood Day 2

Fort Vermilion Flood, 2020. Today didn’t start as most do for me: an abrupt alarm measured only by Jack’s piercing barks and abrasive “kisses.” No, Today just phased in, an extension of yesterday. Time is measured not by hours or minutes, but by the rising and falling of the water level.  Today was a lessonContinue reading “A Lesson in Juxtaposition: The Flood Day 2”

When it Rains it… Floods?

Fort Vermilion Flood, 2020. Less than twenty hours ago after a short rap on my door, I found myself stuck between stations. A mandatory evacuation with an imminent flood held at bay by the smell of peanut butter sauce for my yet to be cooked chicken pad thai. It felt weird. It felt surreal; well,Continue reading “When it Rains it… Floods?”

On Writers Block

Sometimes words fall like rainfrom the tip of your pendressed in inks: Blues, Blacks, Reds.A downpour of thoughts: Hopes and Dreams. Drowning out pages: Ruled landscapes washed away. But not today,The forecast just isn’t there.Perhaps tomorrow we’ll be lucky,and there will be rain. 25/04/19