#62.8, Wednesday, Nov. 20, 2024

Historical Setting, unknown          By now, whenever now is, I’ve learned a few gestures of wolves, but the fullness of language still eludes me. Humankinds have named them for the tender word they say that accompanies an asking nudge – ulfr, or wolf. [footnote]          As much as I appreciate this gracious, unjudgmental hospitality, IContinue reading “#62.8, Wednesday, Nov. 20, 2024”

#62.5, Wednesday, Nov. 13, 2024

Historical Setting, cold unknown          The pack returns from the hunt. The matriarch has food for the pups. The pups didn’t eat from the deer that was left for the wolves here in the snow. And gratefully, this human flesh wasn’t sampled either. I don’t know whether the deer meat makes it more tempting toContinue reading “#62.5, Wednesday, Nov. 13, 2024”