the frog and the eagle
Essays & Stories

Notes from somewhere quieter.

Thoughts from the edge of treeline — where the woods get close, the light goes thin, and quiet hums begin to be swallowed by the undergrowth.

Here we will meet.
Dusk, in the coppice.

For commissions, reprints, or to tell me a piece landed — I read everything.

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