I ate the Dare cookies. I ate the whole bag. I ate all, at one go. Okay? Say why? No, I can’t. Childhood lack? No, in fact my mother baked shortbread to call angels earthward. Assign it affluenza, then if you insist influence applies. Or reckon it rebellion. Whatever. I confess. I had the best…
Author: prairiepomes
Writer, gardener, hopeful curmudgeon, free-range Aboriginal, lover of life, Poet Laureate of Edmonton 2011-13, traveller, Fifth World Drummer.
Day 2: San Antonio Tlayacapán, In the Pocket
In this pocket weighing in pebble by pebble mountains of consequence my passport in that pocket of expat artifice American dollars translate to big houses high walls with shanties built into their pockets poverty that never knocks at carved doors, iron gates shoulder pushed against shoulder on cobbled streets in the same slight tide as…
30/30 2020 – Day 1: Self Portrait Waiting
Day 1: Waiting by the wall for my name or to dissolve before i’m the last one left there unchosen in the dark for my cue and the light in which to change on the line for the news at two a.m. ‘you seemed to know already’ by the window for blue arch to bring…
Notions 2: Love, as Elemental
of all the gifts given in silence, love proves most mutable perhaps love is water those who ascribe to it fire have to own, love takes air, dizzyingly but say love is earth both clay and vessel made and shattered ground down to powder renewed by water, air and fire and its own sweet irrepressible,…
notions 1: bird song
crows, gulls, and those little guys who fly so fast crank and marfle on about topics well outside boxes, wheelhouses, bailiwicks my languages stake out; they might be talking about territory, it’s the one thing we are sure they do; over my head, some sort of fellow with a voice like a movie sound-effect –…
As If We Believe in the Light
Seems a good moment to remind ourselves of renewal, as Edmonton enters that scruffy moment before Winter slouches off an makes way for Spring. April is ugly in April in Edmonton but swans ripple high overhead and we lift up our eyes to their arrows as if we believe in warm wind it…
Frog’s Eye Blues – Spoken Word Duet
As 30/30 2020 draws near, here’s a fun piece from last year’s 30/30 games. While playing 30/30 with Stroll of Poets pals, Ivan Sundal smacked me with the image of a frog’s eye. One thing led to another:
Waking: Another Video Poem Experiment
Living in a petro–state, thinking about dinosaurs and oil…remembering visiting Seoul, and thinking about dragons and power… Another poem from Fifth World Drum, rendered into another form.
Journey Prayer, the Video!
My first experiment with video poems… seems like a good time to revisit a prayer for all travelers…
Worm Medicine Boogie!
A little meditation on dealing with life, and remembering to dance! If you like disco, if you like gardening, if you want to dance in your kitchen – for you! Originally posted in 2018.
Angel
Originally posted on Green-Eyed Cat Cave:
Working for God is never easy. She’s a bit demanding, and always a tad over the top. But it gets worse when you’re tasked with helping mortals fall in love. “Avery, you got a new task today.” I sighed, slumping down in my chair. “Don’t I always.” Masami glared…
In the 80s
Back in the 80s, we were going to die of nuclear war, whether instant or over-wintered, in a flash or frozen slowly. In the 80s, we danced to big-hair music genderbending stars with cocaine voices synthesizing freedom, formulaic fun. 80s, and rumours from New York and San Francisco disco drugs and a mysterious…
