Read this while listening to Sting’s “Love is the 7th Wave” from 1985’s Dream of the Blue Turtles, which runs in my head as I write. (Megwetch, Mr. Sumner, for that&many more songs). at the edge of darkest season as the bright and ripe subside in rolling sober robes, november high above the city thermals…
Month: October 2017
Lydia the Psychic
Episode 1: Bound and Kneeling I met Lydia twenty seven years ago, and i’ve kept her secrets since then. I’m telling you now, because I know she’s not coming back here. She told me that herself. Where she’s gone? Not telling that either. You don’t get to know, like you don’t get to know her…
Transit of Alexandra
Fuckin they’re on Native Time. I ain’t scared Ma, I’m mad. Fuckin chicken shit! I’m shaking cause I’m mad, Ma, that’s how mad I am! Two sets of footsteps, one a halfbeat behind. She catches up to Ma as they pass me, raging about white cunts on stolen land they’s just borrowing this place we…
Little Autumnal Verse (for RM)
Just for fun, here’s a verse that came to me this morning, inspired by a Twitter pal’s lament over the sadness of rain in October. It reminded me of my dad, passing on the Anishinabe view that Winter is simply when our Mother rests. This resonates with views I’ve learned from various Earth-based spiritual systems,…
Prairiepomes 