A young buck strolls along the canal trail in the fog. Then down to some human fruit trees and tasty shrubberies. There’s a gathering of does a kilometre away and the older […]
A Bold Young One
Shadows, Holes, Poetry and the Art of Speaking as the Earth
Last night I wrote a post and then deleted it by trying to save some notes for today, which seemed clever, but was just, well, not. Let’s have a look state of […]
When a Tree Grows Out of Your Head
When I was a young man back in the day, it was commonplace to encounter British writers having an awfully hard time accommodating the blues (for instance) into their writing, without anglifying […]
This Land Must Burn
In the panorama of the hill, there are flashes of colour, very specific, which signify human food and the season in which they will be found. Indigenous humans spread seeds from those […]
Ripeness
It’s not something to eat. It is a way. I’m following it for a bit. If I lose a few words for a few days for the next few weeks, talk to […]
Environmental Consciousness is Not Optional
Goethe, the poet, pointed out that all plants express one single energy, that opens through the life cycle of each plant as well as through the diversity of all plants. In his […]
Stag Day
The does are all off birthing, which leaves the stags to avoid the choke cherry breaks and hang out together in the sun. The other 3 are off the image to the […]
Did You Lose Your Mind? Don’t Worry. I Found It.
Ah, the noble stag, majestically ruling its wild kingdom in parallel to the worlds of men. Here you can see a young mule deer buck framed against a hillside sculpted by humans […]
