Keira McArthur

bound·a·ry Origin early 17th century: variant of dialect bounder, from bound2 + -er1, perhaps on the pattern of limitary. Interesting word. from “bound” 1. a territorial limit; a boundary. “the ancient bounds of the forest” a limitation or restriction on feeling or action. “it is not beyond the bounds of possibility that the issue could […]

Blue is internal. It’s the other side of sunlight, where solitude lives. Demons also live there.  If you don’t make friends with the demons and fully acknowledge their right to live in the shadows, they grow malevolent.  Eventually, inevitably the malevolence comes to find you in the dark, biting. This is an excellent method for self-administered shock therapy, […]

I’ve had sleepovers in three different friend’s houses now, and one at my studio.  The houses I’ve stayed at in town play constant musical obsessive repetitive drips in counterpoint to their ticking analogue clocks. Our entire small city shares the consequences of too-shallow water mains and fast-creeping frost. We are either frozen here, or dripping […]

A fog-laden wind sifts through tree boughs to the northwest.  Into my left ear the presto drip of snowmelt on metal roof is punctuated by a random slide, thunk of heavier stuff pulled to ground.  On my lap, the steady, thundering purr of kitten. The dark outside is thick with visible air, like stirred winter […]