June 1: Thank You, Readers

Every day, my site dashboard tells me, prairiepomes.com is visited by people around the world. Thank you for reading my work. Thank you for your kind comments. How odd it is to consider that blogging, in the scant 12 years I’ve been doing it, has become ‘old-fashioned,’ eclipsed by speedier, more ‘interactive’ platforms. Nonetheless, the…

Song for Space Travelers

One of my earliest memories: summer 1969, in the farmhouse kitchen with Mom radio talking about Moon Landing. Through the Tang years of the 70s, we’d play astronaut games, all of us kids home and schoolyard filled with the allure of space. We watched the space operas on TV, too thrilled at the prospect of…

Meditation: Gold

do you miss the rain ancestors? or is that how you touch earth again? do you watch over one nest? or roam? spirit feet like seeds riding is that you singing in summer storms? do you remember? is that why spruce wears pollened buds? this gold as transient as breath.   Image by lldigo via…

May 3: these old boots

I have cared too much what people think but not about these old boots; nobody worth knowing would scoff at their scuffed toes rebuilt soles, leather scarred by usefulness. I hope my face becomes as lovely. Today’s image by Christoph Shütz on pixabay.com

May 2: At First Light

at first, light shocks sound shining from leaf to leaf, and one upturned vessel of bright hope strawberry blossom born before may at first light, then darkening lines whirl describing thermals over the city, around again cranes and snow geese aloft, whistling to themselves a thousand thousand blossoms, wings, windows means of greeting the song….

Day 30: blue toothed

night replies, she’s examining oceans, their toothéd blue hunger for land come plamu’g come sea wolf come pu’tupaq come gulls ask the ocean where to find her, ocean answers, trace the river come chejauk come heron come amisk come ti’amug in lace of willows at river’s wrist she twists the strands was, is, will be…

Day 29: silence of violins

violins poised for the lift conductor’s baton there are birds in trees, and seas full of fish obedient night sings cellos tympanic moon on high this moment wakeful pray your small verse then listen for the One.   Today’s image courtesy of ADD on pixabay.com

Day 28: Could Have Been

once tropical this northern city once underwater this broad prairie once seasonal this could have been the way of it still we do not know all the words to this song. Edmonton’s Geological History  Today’s image from Norman Bosworth on pixabay.com

Day 27: altered state

presuppose steady state add sparrowsong, wild gold shaking the tree steady ocean must be stirred, add moon and to dark winter a slice of lemon easterly pull the sun north over the river steady breathing add whistling cranes their victory song calligraphed from one end of vision to the other space hearts such that light…

Day 26: Back Space

rock and roll rides the back beat heavy two and four move it to the three, bring sun and southern oceans move it to the one, stop time, for the space it takes to lift your heart with eagles glide silk currents over continental song lines remember blue, as above where air becomes between, so…

Day 25: In the Margins

of rivers, live swallows fishers, martens, otters others too miraculous of mountains, soft breezes pine carpets, tall grasses small valleys, jewels in pockets of day vision, a shimmer where zabeh walks between here and one slanting molecule over of night, orchestral passion, terror, anger lonely cats and offcasts of memory when geese and cranes sing…

Day 24: anaphora in one

One one song one song at the coming of morning one song over the water one voice and then another one one one day one day when the soldiers go too far one day of decision long fermenting one step and then another one one one world one world where gibbons dance one world of…