In poetic tradition, the number three is sacred to the Goddess of poetry, as is the colour red. This is not the age of the Earth in which people are comfortable talking about […]
In poetic tradition, the number three is sacred to the Goddess of poetry, as is the colour red. This is not the age of the Earth in which people are comfortable talking about […]
Julia Aleynikova is a young poet from the north east Ural mountains, who gave me six sunflower to plant while she went to Minsk for the summer. Her poem “Lady Fallen to Earth” […]
Life in the sky… … vanishes (This is a form of ripening.) At first it is nowhere to be found. Bones are everywhere. The sun has burnt everything away.Not everything. There are bee caves. […]
The mountains before the fish get at them. And after. Note the newest ring of fish ripples in the lower centre of the image. Both are the “real” mountains. How […]
Pulp Fiction Coffee House, Kelowna What? Who? Where? Whaaa? Click here. All will be revealed. When? Aha … 7pm. Monday May 12. What? I read my stuff. The audience reads their stuff. Perfect. […]
Here’s an image of one ecological niche filled two ways, both of which move water into light. One creates biological life. The other creates electricity, in support of a custom of social life called […]
Walking through the bunchgrass. Walking through the sagebrush. Walking over the bed of an ancient sea. Looking at a supernova. Looking at planetary clusters. Looking at the solar system. Looking at the […]
Refraction is the process of light bending when it strikes the edge of a translucent medium, such as glass or water. What you see below on the lupines in my garden is […]
I am trying to learn how to read. So, I’m standing in the middle of the road hoping no car will come. I’m doing this because it’s time for the last birds […]
Autumn is a time of year when mixed maturity and loss exist together in the poignancy that for much of Western history has been the heart of art. Autumn Study: Red Cabbage, […]