- Notes
An extra hour of dark, delivered on time
The clocks went back, and Tromsø received it like a second helping nobody ordered.
- Stories
Four hours of ferry for a room of nine
A story about a long boat ride, a short set and a man who left early.
- Essays
Waiting for the first snow in a café window
A town goes quiet and watches the sky, and a comic watches the town.
- Notes
The aurora is back and so are the tourists
Forty people stood in my street at one, looking up. I was in pyjamas.
- Stories
The night I opened for a slideshow
A story about a Thursday, a projector, and eleven people who came for the other thing.
- Essays
The pink hour at noon, a defence
An essay written in August about the winter noon light I miss, pink and brief.
- Stories
The man on the quay who asked where the sun goes
A story from last January, a harbour at three in the afternoon, and one honest answer.
- Notes
Nine people, eight tourists and a dog
An open mic in July, under a sun that refuses to leave. The dog was good.
- Notes
Twenty-six degrees, a personal attack
The newspaper called it a heatwave. I looked at a photo of my boots in snow.
- Essays
A season with no night, a defence of the dark
An essay from June: the sun has not set since May, and I have not slept.
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Dark Months
A letter every other Friday: a short note, a longer story or an essay, written in a town where it is dark by three.