Guild Beach After the Storm

After the storm, thick spindles of ice sparkle on the shore. Some compose the jagged teeth of a driftwood comb and others fill the arch of another forsaken branch, stalactites with the sky for a cave. Lodged in a firm stance between jutting shards of construction rubble, the wooden frame remains unshaken by thousands of …

Eye of Shark’s Prow

At the freezing point, wild west wind and lake spray mantle the trunk like marzipan on a rich cake. Thickened ice highlights the outer margins of the mass and then darkens to charcoal-purple, legacy of the long drift from forest to midnight bonfires on the beach. As it salves driftwood burns, ice defines the border …

A Stone Among Boulders in Winter: East Point Park

As I nestle between lakeside boulders, drifted ice drapes me in a veil. Successive layers of frozen water etch a daguerreotype portrait of arrested lava, once-fluid anger trapped by a season so heavy and cold. Behind my nape, the thickness of the ice is greater, and swirls of gray-blue shadows entwine in smoky tendrils with …