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 […]
I did not come here
to excuse my self
or anyone else. It was
because the feathered bracts
and wind whipped stalks that
dry-lashed the warbler and her cheek
slant morning brow
like a forgiving aunt
wearing her hat shadow in this remarkable
early heat, which seemed to sigh
for more leafhoppers braying, “rotten wood can’t be carved”—
that I felt the dryness of the […]
