Grass is a creature of the wind. Of the wind. It’s even pollinated by the wind. It is a sheath for water drawn up by light. It streams in the air. Is […]
Giant Rye Grass in Its Glory
Light and Dark and Colour are One
Light is a form of darkness. Look at these leaves burn their way through the snow, precisely because they are dark. Darkness is a form of energy. Notice how bright it is! […]
Greenhouses Made Out of Snow
The coyotes come on by in the fog. Heavy coyote traffic, really. Birds trit trot through.Mule Deer stalk along. And the grasses and sages use the energy from these travellers and peck-peckers… … […]
When Horses Walk the Earth (A Winter Prayer)
Let us praise giant rye grass…. … that grows as tall as a horse … … and let us praise its dark seed … … and the fog that blows […]
There Is No “Post-” in Post-Colonialism
I walked up the hill across the valley today, to get into the fog. No, this isn’t today. This is the spring of 2012. But that’s part of the hill in the […]
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