Chaun Ballard

4 weeks ago | terrain.org | Cmarie Fuhrman |Chaun Ballard

You might come here on a Tuesday. To the trail, to this bench, to this place where the willows and sand and gravel meet the edge of history. Yours. The rivers. At this bend. Excerpted from Salmon Weather: Writing from the Land of No Return, by CMarie Fuhrman,  published by Columbus State University Press. All rights reserved. Reprinted with permission. In the heart of Idaho’s Salmon River Mountains, a woman unknowingly begins what becomes a journey of understanding.

Jun 5, 2024 | theatlantic.com | Chaun Ballard

At night she would toss rocks at my window that disturbed the dust & left scars like the nails of one’s hands. & I would leave my room to unhinge the latch leading to that which I swore not to welcome. In any event the act of opening one’s door to another’s hunger implies the absence of light. Sometimes the call of one’s howl is the only distinction between predator & prey.