Paul Merchant

Time is what keeps everything from happening all at once.

Aug 18, 2021 Fiction

In December of 2008, on the 60th anniversary of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, intellectuals and dissidents …

May 18, 2019 Poetry

In the heart of Nunavut (not to be confused with Nunavik) west of Iqaluit and to the east there is nothing but snow. No …

Feb 25, 2019 Poetry

The dream catchers hanging above your bed; the dust of umbilical cords shrouded in deerskin pouches at the bottom of …

Jan 23, 2019 Poetry

Do they know I am going blind, that I will not live without sky, amber sun, or a crucifix flickering above a beeswax …

Jan 22, 2019 Poetry

are upside down? on windows in raindrops the trees Have you noticed About 2005.

Jan 18, 2019 Poetry

in the margin between awake and asleep autumn leaves suspend, horizontal in the air above my bed the odor of wet dirt …

Jan 12, 2019 Fiction

I am writing this letter by the dim glow of my old Boy Scout flashlight. I hope you can read my handwriting. It is …

Jan 1, 2019 Poetry

I. now that your dreams can climb the trees that grow on mountain peaks they will embrace this wind like waves of …

Jan 1, 2019 Thoughts

I’m happy that one of the church congregations I met with on Sunday sang Tennyson’s “Ring Out, Wild …