"A companion to Nina MacLaughlin's luminous Summer Solstice. The year is fading. Light is fading. Solstice means sun-stilled. It's a wild sort of stilling, a thrashing frenzied sort of stilling, a stopping of time, a de-metering, a holding of the breath as the tension builds, as the dark expands, until it cracks and the light drives in. That's the hope. Pomegranate, holly branch, birch switch, mistletoe. We'll leaf with life and pass below the secret places of this earth"--
