Folktale is a funny kind of memory. It remembers what bodies remember, but not what the mind makes of that. That is a different tradition. These things have consequences, though. If writing […]
Folktale is a funny kind of memory. It remembers what bodies remember, but not what the mind makes of that. That is a different tradition. These things have consequences, though. If writing […]
The old ways of thinking with the body are still solid. In this age of scientific thinking, there are still turtles, that speak to ancient memory. Turtle Head, Kalamalka Lake And that […]
Imagine, hiding in the sun itself. Choke Cherries and Their Guardian Or in a cloud. Or a bit of both. (Note how the bird’s eye sees out of his hidey hole in […]
Choke cherries, beloved of the sky. And in my kitchen! Lots of choke cherries! What a lovely meditation they are for the fingers. And the eye, too… And the mind. As […]
It breathes. Hengifoss Waterfall Shaking off Its Ice … … and taking a deep breath. The old words are best. In fact, today the Highlands were being scoured clean of old snow. […]
I made a comment yesterday, that it would be a moment of great disrespect to write a poem about a moment of beauty in the spring. Back in the 1980s, we were […]
In honour of this spinning earth that tilts towards the light and then away, here is a sacred image from the high summer of European culture, when men and women lived among […]