I was eight years old and bored, floating inside myself. Ages ago, when I was four, at the foster home in Airdrie, I tumbled off the back of a bicycle Katie was doubling me on. I remember it so well, the soft bounce on freshly rained grass, and me rolling like a sac […]
there’s Writing On Stone semes shift
shield deliverancewater curved horse back
single count of a stavethe wind is
breath
eyes rockslow carve
of elk antler andpalms out distance
every yearbegins to rhyme
but the flight data to goldenrod and wild caragana is scattered even jaded margins found on islandsso history
teaches us that villages get taken over […]
Son of the ineffable silence, let this be the one true space
Where answers do not need answering. Where the male-female
Drinks freely above the palms, and where light and dark do not gather
Mind. You are pre-existent, un-begotten.
You wear the clear garment of insight. Your truth shall not undo
Sign from shadow, nor pass in […]
1. We landed in the city during a thaw, in February,
sun was warm and everything around melted, the snow
on the streets, the houses and birds and people’s faces.
That January was the coldest on record and City Hall had
offered certificates to those, who needed confirmation of their endurance.
We walked along Jasper Avenue, people smiled […]
Fifteen years after we left, my husband
was there and took the picture. Dirty
robin’s egg blue walls of the old crumbling building, grimy
white of the trim around each window frame and
columns in the corners, a roof in dull grey.
It is November, slush outside, mix of melting
white snow and brown earth under the feet of my family
in […]
