Day 22: Giovanni Caboto’s Trees

this morning’s sun, still pentecostal waters new leaves in broad crowned elms adorned, crowns within crowns with magpie nests, wind-riding as my spring-daft hounds cavort i see again the crowd that day our city, post-millennial, had hired an american urban expert to tell us what to need, now that we’d turned that corner into accepting,…

Day 18: Sakura

Sakura, Yayoi no sora wa… suddenly, this morning, the nanking cherry threw open her curled fists cards on the table, this is the hand given gambling on a full house.

Day 17: Traceries

to get to the greyhound station now one passes under the paw of the beast shiny, crouching stadium; try not to worry not about the fancy cantilever overhead but about stadium neighbourhoods, dead and abandoned, like those stale donuts in rustbelt cities, traceries of fast economy devouring land, lighting the cuyahoga river on fire, the…

Day 16: Spring Clean

in this corner, the fear of failure, the fear of wrong decisions, side-eye on the road not taken, forever judging might-have-been, seen in this light has to be shadowed and grim. clear that away. also the webbed corners cut to avoid fully inhabiting this space. do you admit to the glorious? day to day choices…

Day 14: Politics and the Hardware Store

nobody knows anyone our secret power lines and the larger lines underwriting over-arching, architecture of the power mad. the young women warriors yell at me, not knowing i’ve been yelled at all my life and i see it passing by. i was young when people hid native ancestry and my family refused that. it was…

Day 13:Ucluelet, Her Sea Cans

once upon the wild coast, before we turned back we stopped in ucluelet, whipped by rain and there, inside linked sea cans, the ocean denizens of barkley sound, of clayoquot sound of rocks and shoals around the town, tankbound lay in shallow water. touch them, know them, listen to fond stories of this seastar or…

Day 15: Hey Margaret

  it is okay to say you were too busy writing oryx and crake to point at the indigenous connections there it is okay if you were too busy addressing feminism to consider how it is no accident that it arose here, where we have always had agency and where the initial arrivals from europe…

Day 11: Play

new green leaves begin song that will play all summer first notes play lightest.

Day 10:1491

my brother calls we talk about 1491, the book about how it may well have been here before the migrants came now labelled explorers, let’s be clear they were often soldiers displaced. spain had ended the moorish centuries young men surplus to army needs, might find passage to something new. we talk about porous borders,…

Day 9: What Goes Around…

they enter with a Grand March; ah, i see Grand Entry is a Pow-Wow thing, after all and here, Scottish regalia harkens back to lands and eras far away in mist, well mixed with modern ways and times. i have Astrid’s camera digital shutters imitating whir and snap of yesteryear i catch the weave as…

Day 8: Opening

driving down to red deer in alberta’s april, sepia dry the smell arrives first through closed truck windows ageless, immediate sour tang somewhere there, toward the westering sun tractor and disker pull open the season generations of memory, cell by cell leap to the ready; how we have changed but how we remain tuned to…