Fiona Wilson

The Lost Word

16 January 2016 9:00 am

I know it cold, the scene in the woods, the grey-toned sky, and snow— the sudden clearing in the underbrush…

Abide with Me

9 January 2016 9:00 am

Was our first date really a boxer’s funeral? You in pitch, me in black—all in all a noirish affair, how…