under slate Drumheller skies we seek the past– not the outsized pomp and glory of dino bone, just ancient oysters, hidden fossil beds we long to un-tuck, to un-sheet it is late afternoon, the sun a rumour now, badland winds our chorus; our guidebook as vague as the sky, your hopeful smile guide enough for […]
Filed under: Ben Murray, Writing the Land by akublik Date 16 September, 2007
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our car is no sled-dog driven ice breaker catching its breath, breathing new world air; our skin does not erupt in the red wake of Amazonian ants and yet, we get lost making a right instead of a left our destination waves bye in the rear-view, fill ‘er up the wishful phrase pacing the tense […]
Filed under: Ben Murray, Writing the Land by akublik Date 16 September, 2007
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