A Little Less Domesticity

I was reading last night when my daughter opened my door and asked what’s happening. Through the opened windows, a fox was screaming — a chilling sound — as if a child was in distress. The fox wandered in the woods and ravine behind our house, coming and going, calling.

Eventually, I turned off my light and lay in the darkness. Our cat sat on the windowsill, pressed up against the screen, listening to the wild world. What a relief — simply the natural world, hungering.

The power of dissent is a rich part of who we are.

— Sameer Pandya, Members Only

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About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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4 Responses to A Little Less Domesticity

  1. Nancy says:

    Yes, the natural world tethers us. At least that is where I am anchored. Your last sentence reminds me of this poem I saw on the wall, some years back, in the PICU (pediatric intensive care unit) where my son was on life support for 3 and 1/2 weeks.

    There is a brook in the mountains
    nobody I ask knows it’s name.
    It shines on the earth like a piece of the sky. It falls away in waterfalls,
    with a sound like rain. It twists
    between rocks and makes deep pools.
    It divides into islands. It flows through
    calm reaches. The years go by,
    its clear depths never change.
    ~ Ch’u Ch’uangl

  2. So glad to hear that!!

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