Creation

they say, star woman fell down here because she was curious they say, the star sisters still watch us they say, when star woman fell it was a humble one who gave all he had to reach enough earth for her landing they say, the humble ones still watch us they say, the turtle carries…

Kyrie Eleison: Good Friday, Anno Domini 2017

Today, I am baking bread with young women of my community. We commit the same act of prayer and connection, exploration and discovery that women, and men, have wrought through long generations. This is living veneration, asking the grain to submit, to transform, to rise renewed as the staff of life. Kyrie Eleison there are…

April 5: Landing

for Catherine Sewell, who walked on at 39, or else would have been 55 this day would she have laughed? i met our old colleague in Superstore talk turned to landing kids so as to break that trope of Indian comes to City and skids out of control into alcohol, crime and life as a…

Day 28: Migratory

overhead, but far cranes are riding on thermals city cruise singing.

Day 24: River of Fire

In 1984, in the dark, on the backroad up from Emerson Trail, if you need to know exactly, we saw fire in the sky. my brother and i U2 hammering a yowl about A Sort of Homecoming i saw the coming time, when i would finally go around that big bend in the highway and fly out…

Bonus Poem:Moon Lune Luna Personal

Here’s the poem with which i started this year’s French/Spanish translation project. This is the version i collaged into a 3-language piece that i used to lure Madame Giselle Lemire into a crazy-fun trilingual performance experiment. Moon Lune Luna Personal En el fulcro  Au point d’équilibre  balance      point between l’été y otoño la…

Day 20: Changing Into Thunderbird

before an enthralled crowd, one anishinabe man explains the art of another; this copper thunderbird this morrisseau, the price he paid for vision, this gift with which he won for all of us a way to see that this land is rightly the nesting ground of binasi thunderbird. i sit in the back and wonder, so…

Day 17: Traceries

to get to the greyhound station now one passes under the paw of the beast shiny, crouching stadium; try not to worry not about the fancy cantilever overhead but about stadium neighbourhoods, dead and abandoned, like those stale donuts in rustbelt cities, traceries of fast economy devouring land, lighting the cuyahoga river on fire, the…

Day 13:Ucluelet, Her Sea Cans

once upon the wild coast, before we turned back we stopped in ucluelet, whipped by rain and there, inside linked sea cans, the ocean denizens of barkley sound, of clayoquot sound of rocks and shoals around the town, tankbound lay in shallow water. touch them, know them, listen to fond stories of this seastar or…

Day 11: Play

new green leaves begin song that will play all summer first notes play lightest.

Day 10:1491

my brother calls we talk about 1491, the book about how it may well have been here before the migrants came now labelled explorers, let’s be clear they were often soldiers displaced. spain had ended the moorish centuries young men surplus to army needs, might find passage to something new. we talk about porous borders,…