Author Archives: Duncan Crary

Wild Darkness

FOR TWENTY-SIX SEPTEMBERS I’ve hiked up streams littered with corpses of dying humpbacked salmon. It is nothing new, nothing surprising, not the stench, not the gore, not the thrashing of black Continue reading

Prayer

dear lord in this time of darkness help us see the darkness dear lord help us to not pretend no more pretending dear lord may our gaze be defenseless and unshardable Continue reading