She lives in the sky. Daughter of the earth. Born of the wind. Flowering one. Weaver. Maker of needlepoint. With skeins of light, all atangle. Spirited one. Everchanging. At one with the […]
Daughter of Fire
Hawk at Home
This is where red-tailed hawk lives, in the cloud and the wind and the rain. It is not our place.
Calliope Back at the Old Stand
Every day, all day, he keeps watch. We have a winery that calls its shtoof and burble Calliope, but forget that. The thing to remember about him (and his magenta neck ruff, […]
Battling SCS, the Petroleum-Induced Cancer, in the Okanagan
You know that corn on the cob that tastes so good? No, this is not corn. This a farm here in Vernon that grew sweet corn for a few years and now grows […]
So, You Don’t Like Plastic Bags, Right?
Let me show you the problem with that. Here’s the hill. Nice, huh. Voles till it. Gophers. Weasels from time to time. Coyotes. Yes, Coyotes. Rototillers of the West! Nothing to complain […]
The Earth Will Be Saved By Leaking Waterpipes
They call it a mud puddle, but, shucks, the frogs were croaking up that way a few weeks back. Wear a long shirt after dusk. The little floating logs are mosquitoes. No wings […]
Ancestral Memory and Poetry
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 […]
Stories R Us
Story-telling, eh. Ain’t that the art form. Just 500 metres away, telling the following scene as a narrative, though … … is, literally, to tell it as a narrative, although it is nothing of […]
Unity
The sun comes down to earth… … grows bright …. … fades … …and then the sky … … comes down to earth… … and begins immediately… … to climb back up. […]
Perhaps Calling it a Grassland is a Bad Idea
I mean, look. Bella Vista Hills
Okanagan Okanogan 