Reflections

A series of vignettes, poetry and prose, thoughts and fragments, that fold together into some sort of story.

Meghan Fandrich 2023-11-20 Meghan Fandrich 2023-11-20

Entrails

You didn’t ask me about it

In the haze of smoke

There are forests of them, these dead trees.

Four

Last night we went to Klowa.

Hi, I’m Meghan.

In 2021, our little village was destroyed by a wildfire and we were thrown into the depths of grief. As I surfaced, I began to see the community around me: not just on the edges of Lytton, but in the invisible networks of spaces like this.

Thank you for being here with me.