White ash scribbler! Gardom Lake Compare the language of the poplar, which is less process and more about repetition and echo. And the firs and cottonwoods? Well. What benders. Firs dark, cottonwoods […]
If you would like to visit the sun, I suggest a late afternoon walk facing west in mid-August. Keep the water at your side and watch where you’re going! But, what colour […]
Great Basin Sagebrush (Artemisia tridentata), a member of the aster family, rolls across the hills of my country. You could say that where it is home so am I. Not just the […]
Swim in the molten snow. Come up into the sky. Spend your day in the sun. Gardom Lake We are turtle!
There’s music, mathematics, and this: Three things that are one, yet are culturally separate. It is left for poets, I suppose, to bring them together in temporary assemblages, but that seems to […]
At the edge of light and perception, the boundaries of what it is to be human reveal themselves. I don’t mean what it is to be human socially and emotionally. I mean, […]
Nine years ago, I spotted a monarch larva on the milkweed up the hill, and even saw a monarch fluttering around. That was the last one. The milkweed continues to bloom, although […]
Here’s a poem from the great Canadian poet, Lorna Crozier, who has spent most of her working career in Cascadia. That refined achievement is about as Cascadian as you can get if […]
The land is beautiful and sacred in these parts. It makes us want to enter it. John Day Painted Hills That’s because we are a migratory, hunting species, that responds both to […]
Look at the beautiful colours here, with wild rose and choke cherry and knapweed. These fruits are acidic and dry-to-the-taste. Only winter freezing sweetens them. In other words, in January they are […]
