Nemophilist
Deep loam callshumid ‘neath the firsand soaring cedarscreating a dark canopy of motionagainst the leaden sky. Deep loam callssilent size 4 footfallsbetween the swaying fernsand hoary beards of ancient giantswatching…
Words Worth
What The Heck is Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia?
Ahh phobias, wonderful things that stop you dead in your tracks without warning, like that spider hanging from the ceiling in the root cellar or a loud noise in the…
Ceraunophile
Feel the electric, ions charged,swooping down, bending trees,whole,it roars in my ears. I stand, feet planted,and wait for the tiger,to lick my face,in the dark. Hands touch, silent static,burning, unspoken…
Psithurism
Who doesn’t love the gentle sound of wind in the trees or the rustling of leaves? I grew up on an Island, in what is known as a temperate rainforest.…
Cynophilist
There are pet people and non-pet people in this world, and there are those who have pets who shouldn’t. I have a neighbour with a lovely dog that seems to…
Thalassophile
I’m an Islander, born and raised within earshot and smell of the sea surrounding Vancouver Island. Although I haven’t lived on the Island since the early 1980’s, there are still…