Finding Petronella

“These are people who live close to God, their god, the river. They bathe in her, scoop her up in containers to make coffee, drink her down. They skin ptarmigan and...

3/14/18 I’m standing in the meadow, soles of my feet slowly freezing, wishing the body did not have limits. My eyes will never be wide enough to catch this sky, the...

The Sami woman named Leena looked me up and down. I was wearing the warmest clothes I own—a ski jacket, snow pants, my best gloves and boots. Underneath all that I...

Once a year, when I’m out climbing a mountain or sitting by a river, I write myself a letter. When I’m finished, I fold it up and mark it with a (stern,...

I don’t usually do this.  Share things straight out of my journal, that is.  But this year when I began my masters in Creative Writing at Stonecoast MFA to help me...

In the the middle of a pond on my friend Ami’s gold claim in Lemmenjoki National Park, there is a floating armchair.  The water, which may be warm during the summer, begins to...

Today’s Finding Petronella Kickstarter Update (Or: A Long-Awaited Update on the Status of Things) Tuesday, June 16th 2015 – somewhere around 11:30am Hello, Friend. The power is out at the Lake, and...

Today, March 20th 2015, is the Vernal Equinox.  The day and night are equal. But from here on out, the day wins.  Light wins.  Love wins. I have felt so afraid lately....

In my dream, I am a phoenix. I am standing in the wake of a tornado: shattered concrete, ashes, splintered beams, debris from buildings I have known, lived in, even.  A wiry...

For those of you Finnish speakers, your moment has come.  Here is a stirring, eloquent account of our epic 115-km journey to Lemmenjoki, written by none other than my partner in...