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…

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…

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 12: Where I’m From

where i’m from you don’t shout hallelujah at dawn the sun is speaking you don’t shout it is in the turning open palms, open heart to the sky hallelujah at dawn this world-weary word much mouthed and maligned standing in for the unknown the sun is speaking older words, bright beyond any history unassailable, for…

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…

On Land Acknowledgment in the Time of Climate Worries

Recently, I was privileged to address a gathering of the Society of Friends (aka Quakers), to offer perspectives on Land Acknowledgments. I was moved by their desire to ‘get it right,’ to engage with this new ritual protocol in a meaningful and authentic way; moved, but not surprised, given that the person who invited me…

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…