These poems are written from within the Yukon-not as spectacle, but as lived reality.
They observe a place where weather sets terms, time stretches and contracts, and scale teaches proportion. Moving through long winters and bright summers, quiet labour and shared rituals, the poems attend to endurance, restraint, and the ways belonging is earned through attention rather than claim.
And once you come here, something remains. The Yukon keeps a hold-not loudly, not possessively-but enough that it stays with you, shaping how you measure distance, time, and home.