As midwinter shows the first hints of spring to come, I’m excitedly awaiting the premiere of Outer Space, Inner Light; I wrote the text in response to a choral score by the amazing Mari Alice Conrad, who wrote that score in response to a different poem, Book of Songs,* which was the title and text…
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30/30/2022 Day 4: The World, A Bear
slaps you down, rolls you into wild trajectory You’re all feet against the claws, trying to reach, brace, land, swing up, ride upon her broad shoulders, apprehending: you are not the hunter, not the prey, you fare your way the while, you tumble spun by her fierce love, the all-encompassing roar. That is how it…
30/30/2022 Day 3: While the Sun
was stretching long ancient arms past all obstructions, to let light bathe His tenderly loved domains, I thought about winter, and a jet winked back at the morning, light skidding from wingtips As birds of other purpose skipped through limbs of elm awakening, then lifted Morning songs and I desired to tend small gardens along…
Lemons
When life hands you lemons, praisethe lemon tree, bless the water, blessthe bees, thank the sun, revere the soilbreathe deeply of this, glory passedfrom hand to hand. O raise your voice in joyous salutationfor the seasons in rotation, spiralingseed to shoot to bloom to fruit, each treea true verse of the One Song, dancewith lemons,…
Patio Song
from my patio i watch cranes and/or snow geese rehearse overhead. lower down, sparrows on manoeuvres, the odd chickadee. small engine plane finds its level up there somewhere. it’s all one the song, the sky bright strata. earthbound, i celebrate this spring’s exuberance, building by hand and eye a brickwork patio big enough to lay…
My Mother’s Ghost Knits a Scarf of Chain
Originally posted on O at the Edges:
? My Mother’s Ghost Knits a Scarf of Chain When I look up rust scabs flutter from your clicking needles, subsuming even the brightest link in this moon-drenched room. Communion’s possibility perished in that wicker basket, and we hold close our secrets, looped within circles, joined in these…
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,…
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…
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…
Rainwashed
rainwashed morning sky could last until dusk all low smooth silver and smoke elm queen shakes out her tresses daughter plum shyly offers a branch blue black asphalt path, too, shines here, the cedar fence there, willow trellis peonies contemplate sun to come reach leaves glow yellow, red, burgundy forecasting and remembering fall even here,…
Call and Response: a Flash Collaboration
say that you’ll light a fire at your going out into the night say that you’ll carry your bright orb of soul through the transit say that you’ll flow through the grey into rosen with gold in your wake say all this: but don’t speak, only colour the sky for a voice. All images by…
camping in search of bears
there was bear poop at the foot of the ravine just by the trail full of berry husks, intriguing to the dogs. there was a cougar on victoria park golf course just below downtown that could put a hole in one. there was a lynx at rest in the legislature grounds approving the shape of…
Prairiepomes 