June 17: Mazurka

We are like storks in Mazury every year, returning our gaze to the heights allotted us; we are like mermaids and the Holy Mother watching over our own heart; we are broad and dark bold despite uncertainty like glacial lakes; and in us, let it be said that, epochally ancient light still dances. The Mazurka,…

June 15: step

time goes anyway, whether you pursue your heart’s desire, or cram distraction down your throat this gift of a body, built to hold music, will resonate to all and any sound, so you have a choice step into the great song.

Humane: Announcement and Trailer

This is it! I could not be more excited!   Novel writing is both solo and entirely inter-dependent work. I could not have done this without: D and T, Edmonton Arts Council, MacEwan University, my extended family especially my sis, my Beta Readers over the past few years, and those friends and colleagues, human and…

Guest Post: Another Storm, by Ellen Kartz

Yet another morning after yet another rain, the alley shows the proof of last night’s storm— the puddles in the gravel, in the pavement’s recesses. Trees always look greener in the morning. They suffer the worst in storms, but somehow manage to recover—taller, stronger. It takes us longer to find our strength again. We get…

June 7: Urban Gratitudes

gratitude for the gaslines underneath the streets for the thermostat set as well gratitude for the powerlines running from the alley festooned with crows for the sewerlines collecting to waste treatment, cycling back to river gratitude for the pavement and sidewalks the easements and street signs the ways we convene, gratitude and for the trees,…

Goodnight America: Video Poem #3

Originally posted in May, 2018. Resonating with the current moment. Events since cause me to reflect anew on the beauty and sorrow, the potential and corruption, the vast contrasts, in the land of our next-door neighbours.       This is the ‘rough edit’ … I’ve since re-recorded the sound, though I’ve yet to re-create…

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…

May 28: View of a Pine

what do they call those? candles? that the pine lifts skyward still. she is winter-killed, red around her trunk, and cramped, encamped between two houses, not the forest she expected at my window as she rises, spring by spring she bears away any excuse for not trying. there is wind, there is sun, there is…

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 23: Heart

become accustomed to the weight memory lays across your heart lift it anyway become schooled in the crack and creak pain of rising one more time kneel anyway numb your skin to the lash every absence a thorn lean in somewhere in all this brush and scrub meaning and renewal send green tight curled leaves…