Invitation to the World

Dear friends around the world; the one good thing about launching online is that you can join in, for free, online wherever you’re online. You can order my novel for $20CAD + shipping; you can order all 5 of the novels Stonehouse is launching tomorrow. Or you can just drop in and enjoy – we’ll…

Legend…

Every town has its legends. Back in 2017, The Yards published a little article I wrote about one.   Image by Janka00Simka0 on the legendary pixabay.com

The Grove in the Night

It was night in Kyoto. In a grove on a mountain, in July 1995, as I was preparing to leave Japan, I received one of the great gifts of my life. It began with the Kyoto Connection, an international arts gathering. Over several months, I’d taken the stage at the Connection in various guises: as…

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…

Day 5: unmarked

a brag, a middle finger at those ghost moments that, when she was dying burned again through her mind so many years, her birthday a crucible enduring, unpopular outcast youth; beauty seeking wings, and made cruel she sang at Carnegie Hall with grit built in backwoods honed in bully-yards defiant in second hand clothes we…

On Land… Addendum: The Question that Matters

Addendum: This morning, I listened to the radio, and heard Greta Thunberg address the UN. Having lived through the Nuclear scare (notice nobody talks about all the armaments still out there, still as great a peril), and witnessed how people struggled for the ‘right’ title to attach to this crisis we must now fear, I…

In Residence

Well, I’m In-Residence now. Following in footsteps of many respected colleagues, peers and mentors, I’m the Writer-in-Residence at MacEwan University. A residency is so much more than a sponsored time and space for pursuing one’s own artistic goals, although that, in itself, makes a residency a wonderful thing. I’m being paid to obey my muse,…

Late Summer Mustangs

Boulevard elms are golding now, first fogs have lifted Time to return to keyboard and pen. Yesterday, my fab pal Shelley sent me a great poem, and the mustang spirit reared up and inspired a responsorial. Here, for your amusement: How To Love Your Life Begin in the woods. Feel the tree-air cool your limbs…

When The Way Seems Long

When the way seems long, or any burden heavy, we have songs Witness how love and courage lift and reweave the broken strands     Ue O Muite Arukou, by Kyu Sakamoto, was a huge hit in 1961, and the English version – ridiculously titled ‘Sukiyaki,’ which is a bit like translating, for example, Unchained…

Weasel in the Cern Reactor

once upon a time star woman did not listen she looked down too far and fell through a hole in the sky   muskrat, a tiny person dived below the waters brought her home   now, upon this time earthbound men seek under a mountain range to harness that particle they call god   and…

Reflection: St. Eugene, 2019

“We’re selling an opportunity to understand our history, to know our people and to share our vision of turning a 60-year nightmare around. We’re creating new memories for our children.” – Ktunaxa Chief Sophie Pierre St. Eugene is a former Indian Residential School, which has been made over into a resort, complete with casino and…

Hunger Lounge: from 30/30 2019

in tame, cemented days like these ensconced in automated ease ah, what a gift again to see hunger, lounging in a tree all tawny bright, not quite replete yet not so fraught as seeking meat would make this golden beast ah, what a gift of joy to dream of your, instead of siren’s scream your…