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terrible words
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Originally posted on Why the 3E Senate is a Silly Idea: The photo above was taken by paleoartist Emily Willoughby in 2015. It shows Harvard fossil MCZ 4371, the foot of a specimen Deinonychus. Go check out her website of paleoart here. I was a fairly typical kid of my generation; I loved to read ...
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Worm Medicine Boogie!
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Learning, day by day, about sound and video programs; spent the afternoon learning about Garageband and catching up on news of the local arts, with the talented and generous Darrin Hagen. Thanks, pal. (don’t judge him by the quality of my work, mind you). Still such a beginner. Might as wel...
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While Reading Billy Collins at Bandera’s Best Restaurant, Words Come to Me
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While Reading Billy Collins at Bandera’s Best Restaurant, Words Come to Me
Originally posted on O at the Edges:   While Reading Billy Collins at Bandera’s Best Restaurant, Words Come to Me And having no other paper at hand, I scrawl on a dollar bill, “I want to speak the language of smoke.” My invisible friend interrupts. That is a white man’s di...
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Keep on Dancing
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Keep on Dancing
Originally posted on Prairiepomes: Today, I’m watching this film: Dancing Around the Table My aim was just to show my kid her grandpa, there among the indigenous delegations; but of course, start watching, and it is remarkably clear that, despite what the champions of derivative, tragedy po...
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St. Eugene: Not a Poetry Video (yet)
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Here are the gates. Beside them, an image from an older time, another purpose. Here is the gorgeous architecture. And beside it, tribute to the children brought here. Building and children face East, where the sun rises steadfast over blue mountains. Here is the message, the new mission. And here...
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Busy Bees Salute
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To be ten, is to be at the crest of a wave the best of your days have led up to this height where the view of the future is open and brave and you’ve grown past your fear of the night. These young girls, in their tender years already wise, for their fathers survived... Read More
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Waking: Another Video Poem Experiment
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Probably going to rerecord this, but here’s the rough: Another poem from Fifth World Drum, rendered into another form.
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Journey Prayer: Audio Recording
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Here’s the audio recording I’ve made of a poem from Fifth World Drum.
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Unkai: Sea of Fog
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this morning, unkai – the sea of fog – unrolls train valley Oe-san and browning peaks around all swim in mist slow down feather grey engine sighing smoke kisses mist sun weaves thin air banners between lowering waves of cloud it begins above train arrival chimes one note falling far f...
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Coming to Canada: A Gardener’s Meditation, Part 2
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Coming to Canada: A Gardener’s Meditation, Part 2
Walk Lightly As for my Indigenous paternal family, the roots of connection to land had been seared and cauterized in so many joints. You can see it in the thickened waist, that telltale stress-marker of starvation and trauma, passed down into phenotype. Grandma wore it gloriously, the bear’s body...
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Coming to Canada: A Gardener’s Meditation, Part 1
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Coming to Canada: A Gardener’s Meditation, Part 1
A garden is a long work. Yes, you can turn soil, plant seeds, harvest in that same fall. In that sense, to grow a garden is a simple task, unskilled labour; weed a little, watch the water, wait on the season, and done. Gardening, though, is more than this. It is the communion of human... Read More
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Practice
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This is not the garden yet, but a beginning, seventeen years worth work submitted to wills and whims of climate. Mid-April and the ground only now in view, shawls of snow lying about like dirty underwear after a particularly long night. The mud, the mud, it’s all mud. Who knows what survives? One...
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On the Topic of Fishing*
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Miss Manners is strangely quiet on the topic of fishing; she sits in meditation on the point where necessity goes to the highest bidder. All Life is sacred, her granny taught; so the fish is sacred as is the worm, as is her own belly, engine house of her soul. How to honour all this?... Read More
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