The first glimpse of summer’s berries is here. Siyaʔ, the Food Chief, is awake. She yawned a bit four days ago. Right here: And now, she’s stretching out into the sun. This […]
The Food Chief Calls
Rome is Burning: An Election With Fire and No Water
The sun rises over Shuttleworth Creek, at the heart of the Okanagan. Still a world of smoke. It’s like those ponderosa pines on the edge of Okanagan Falls are lined up and […]
Siya? the Weaver
Siya? became the food chief by volunteering in an old story. She continues to volunteer, by offering fruit. She wants us to take it, so we will spread her seeds. One of […]
What Canadian Poets and Nature Can Achieve Together With a Little Help From Their Friends
I think we could ask some questions about separation. For instance, this willow, which seeded itself seven years ago, is doing fine high on the grassland… … although all other willows […]
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