After the bold statement, the exploration. Canada is a colony and its poetry, science, transportation structures and administration are colonial. OK, that’s the statement. Now for the niggly bits. They concern themselves […]
The Beach at Dusk
Deer Spotting: Enormous Fun
Long before you see, you are seen. In fact, “seeing” is to enter the “seen” space. The buck below saw me, long, long before I saw him, but when I saw him […]
The Many are One and the One is Many
The concept of many… … is also the concept of one. All see. This “seeing” is not the “seeing of the human eye” or the “insight in the mind that is the […]
Reading Balsam Root, Writing Earth, Reading Mind
Here’s a word. Don’t let abstraction fool you. Just be with her for a moment. As you can see, she’s a living creature. Don’t let her dead stalks fool you. Because they’re […]
Shadows, Holes, Poetry and the Art of Speaking as the Earth
Last night I wrote a post and then deleted it by trying to save some notes for today, which seemed clever, but was just, well, not. Let’s have a look state of […]
A Home In the Earth and the Sun: The Beginnings of an Urban Blueprint
I’ve been staring at this beaver lodge for years. Big Bar Creek I thought at first, well, yes, it’s a good model for a house. And sure enough, the Secwepemc who are this land […]
Getting Used to Living in Time (The Intimate Lives of Rocks and Grass)
Let’s read a common thing … … in its context. Grass. It’s green and blows in the wind. It bends and sways, this one. It… clumps. West Arrowstone Deer wander through it. […]
Towards an Indigenous Agriculture: Land Reform for British Columbia (and beyond)
Yesterday, I showed how an aspen copse … … could be used as both a living and an agricultural space by farming both its edges and its shade. Here’s that post. Today, I’d […]
A Halloween Reminding
The greatest fear in 21st Century civilization is the loss of self. It must be controlled by extravagant ritual. Boo Some of its ways are the binary relationships of delineating self from […]
Deer at Work
A stack of criss-cross bones … … goes walking in the weeds, trot, trip, trit, trop. Et voilà! A trail in the shape of their bones. Not just that, but bunchgrass […]
Okanagan Okanogan 