Drought makes it easier for birds. They need the help. Sucks for stink bugs and lilacs-planted-in-the-wrong-place, though.
The Okanogan River (left) Entering the Columbia At the mouth of the Okanogan River, which begins with snow melting on the rocks above my house in mid-winter, water is privately owned, whether […]
It is a catastrophic summer in the Interior of British Columbia. Close to 15,000 people have been evacuated from their communities. Indigenous communities who refuse to leave are isolated. Read about the […]
Central British Columbia is going up in flames. Towns in which I used to live, with my friends, have been evacuated in the face of fire. We got off the plateau just […]
This is not a metaphor. It is a projection. Across 135,000,000 kilometres of travel through emptiness, the sun reforms. The earth focusses it. Call that fire, that ancient word for coals: red. Call […]
Oxygen is explosive. Welcome to the fire planet, water creature .
People write poetry for many reasons. Any that is written is not poetry, though, but an incantation that allows for poetry, a force within the universe, to appear. People cannot be taught […]
The grass is a cultural being. So are cat tails and so is poetry. Talk about a rhyme scheme, eh! First, the grass. Not only does it have its own culture, but […]
This is an old growth forest full of weeds. The sage brush is the weed … … not the bunch grass. Sagebrush is an indigenous plant, but it comes in a bit thickly when […]
Water moves fire from here to there. It uses heat. Trees do it, too. The sun draws water up through their cells and out through their crowns, drawing water and minerals out […]