OUR CATEGORY : Richard-Yves Sitoski


i heron, poised to strike or fly, is symmetry. quick eyes pierce reflected sky and fix the world beneath. we won’t act until it moves, can’t divine from stillness. ii cloud insinuates, ground discloses less. between, no flower but in its promise and crow who tells it slant: winging from willow to pine, saying, follow […]

Medicine Gathering, Saugeen First Nation, Autumn 2009

you’ve come for cedar on a day discharging leaves like debts. bundled and dropped by the road, the limp boughs are heady above the cigarettes and sweat. this, you say, is healthy, is health: a scrip dispensed in saw cuts, a tailgate full of remedies. there’s no reading to defend, no parsing of this project […]