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Beauty Cottonwood trees, John Lennon’s “Imagine,” Sunsets. It occurs to us, we are sometimes blind to beauty. A crowded market. The genuine laughter of children. We barely sleep, dreaming only of all the “togetherness” coming our way. What do people even smell like anymore? Our mother’s bosom feels nearer to a stranger. We fall toContinue reading “Beauty”

whispered on the moor

whispered on the moor a dream came to me recently it broke through the morning past sunrise and into my waking thoughts in this dream I walk the rocky shoreline of a rust-coloured beach finding coins along the way over and over I place these treasures into my palms pounds, shillings and pence the furtherContinue reading “whispered on the moor”

A World Set Ablaze

A World Set Ablaze We are burning. A world set ablaze, by “Us and Them.” We no longer recognize, friend from foe. The mounting lies and half-truths sicken us, make loathsome borders about our hearts. We fan the flames of division, speak without thought. Tempt ignorance. A fractured whole, this ruptured core an inferno. ThisContinue reading “A World Set Ablaze”

what is a stage?

What is a stage? A playwright, set to move you. A pin drop. Twirling and spinning, a woven tale, threads of a life gone by. We pull and pull, unravel each little tragedy. We dance on those graves. We tear about, make mess of it all. We pick up the pieces, the humour, everywhere. Don’tContinue reading “what is a stage?”

Seeing Through the Trees

I miss Saturday road trips in my old car. A stick-shift silver Volvo, with cracked leather seats and a busted overdrive. Nothin’ better than Paul Simon, a packed lunch and a book, noon-bound for China Beach. The twisted, turning roads, listening to “Diamonds On the Soles of Her Shoes,” full blast. I’d sing and driveContinue reading “Seeing Through the Trees”


Sedona a curved lizard sleeps quietly on a rock orients itself to the influence of heat a slow heart, gentle earth pulse hiss, click, rattle, things unseen scurry about, seeking grub and insect, a rare bead of moisture the cak cak of a Cooper’s hawk echoes from a distant canyon makes for a kind ofContinue reading “Sedona”

poetry pre-requisite

poetry pre-requisite make inferences: Koyczan, Cohen, Crozier then none at all sit with Morton, expose your roots plant thoughts in the earth of your words and cultivate them study Pelman, to travel the world make of your work, a train station journey there, stay awhile, leave remember home, light through the window seek out heirloomsContinue reading “poetry pre-requisite”

ANAM CARA (Soul Friend)

ANAM CARA (Soul Friend) If I shared with you the coward in me—what keeps me awake at night, we’d likely become friends. We’d share our torments and contemplate the afflictions of our humanness, the absurdity of perfection. This would be the way we came to know one another. This would be the way we met.Continue reading “ANAM CARA (Soul Friend)”

To Love The Coming End ~ found poem Pt. 2

To Love The Coming End ~ found poem Pt. 2 Let Us Compare Mythologies The Year Of Our Beautiful Exile A Mind Spread Out On The Ground The Dead And The Living No Time To Say Goodbye

Four Passes Through The River ~ Found Poem Pt.1

Four Passes Through The River ~ found poem Pt.1 the song of water once a breathing spirit exiled to stand as if excess the will of water makes narrow passage of lies silence the magic of water tilts the earth calling heaven back the bones of water the thing itself a signature of God living


prison I remember depression. Melancholy, a set of hooks upon my face. Weighted chains pulled skin from my smile. A mind in endless chaos, a pain like no other. My spirit dimmed, any chance of freedom thwarted by despair. And so it was, that in this despair, this turning away, I realized the prison IContinue reading “prison”

the parachute is you

the parachute is you If ever you stand at the door of an airplane and feel immense fear[something great is about to happen] but you tighten your harness[the universe always has your back] trust in the parachute and consciously[deliberately] decide[practice] to let go, then the trip down will be a damn good deal of fun[appreciation]Continue reading “the parachute is you”

Brick & Mortar

Brick & Mortar Why do we build structures to house our dreams and ideas? Why do we hold back and wait for the comfort and safety of the perfected thing? When can the inspiration of genius take its place in raw form, enter the universe through us, and be uplifted by others at its inception?Continue reading “Brick & Mortar”


flourish winter is over everyone has lost something how else do we grow

fragile at first

Fragile at First It has been said that trees can take away your sorrow. The whole of the forest will swallow your sadness and dispel your grief. Lean against those grand trunks. Feel all of it. Open your wounds to new air and bend toward healing. Make way for the light through the leaves ofContinue reading “fragile at first”

United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples

No poem today— save that of a turned head, tilted to listen an open mind, called to question a considerate heart, tasked to act. ~ Emily Olsen Unites Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous People Article 12 1.”Indigenous people have the right to manifest, practise, develop and teach their spiritual and religious traditions, customsContinue reading “United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples”

there are stars

there are stars though we wish to burst forth, unleash our shared love in supernova feel again, the pulse of one another together in perfect proximity the waning is not yet complete though it feels like light years endure this blue-moon time though it feels like light years embrace this exceptional longing— it is notContinue reading “there are stars”

the miracle before me

the miracle before me a crescendo of strings and horn harken the river blue my heart is overjoyed by the beautiful Danube this confluence of sound and my want for hearing it an exultation the moment before this waltz the world prior to any creation this composers ink to paper a miracle

appreciation of beauty

Appreciation of Beauty beauty the perfection of good timing and déjá vu the heart beating in your chest a prayer beauty a newspaper, curled down on one side, your Grandfather winking at you as you giggle, close your mouth, and remember to eat your cornflakes quieter this time beauty this human form spring rain aContinue reading “appreciation of beauty”

that they may know

that they may know I teach my children through music Ella Fitzgerald Dizzy Gillespie Nina Simone because the things I think I know like dust and scratches provide no resonance I teach my children stereo and mono show them a steady hand how to place the needle in the pause before a song the quietContinue reading “that they may know”


Guidance Dear body: breathe eagerness into my life, make keen this vessel bestowed upon me. Dear spirit: evoke in me expressions of joy, delight in a contented nature. Dear mind: manifest the truthful unfolding of my reality, and direct and govern my thoughts with discipline. Dear heart: soften me when I become hard, make gentleContinue reading “Guidance”

Into the Mystic

grief found me today through a Van Morrison song tears as I went about my chores a flood of memories dust particles dance about the room above your collection of vinyl each album packed neatly into a tower of milk crates “Blue,” “Kind of Blue,” “Lady Sings the Blues,” a small maroon Buddha keeps yourContinue reading “Into the Mystic”


Settler I am vine of English Ivy working my way across the forest floor encroaching on every space a colony of green unhindered I plant roots, shallow but insidious I invade I claim everywhere, everything still, I have to be sure these trees, like mountains or rivers, are too, mine for the taking like slitheringContinue reading “Settler”

a dedication

a dedication If you’re reading this Cody Graham, I’m working on it. You know, “the book,” the one you asked me to dedicate to you in our high school writing class? I’m nearing 43 years old now. Words scattered about in various journals, boxes, notes on my phone, the google drive.You can see it onContinue reading “a dedication”


water when I was a child I loved to swim and there is something about being underwater that feels right for me and sometimes even now I let myself imagine I am underwater again where every piece of me is wrapped and held and I am young once more and then comes that moment whenContinue reading “Water”


Steadfast Remember the back of your grandmother’s hands,  her life, a wrinkle of lines your mother’s mother burst forth from stars  through radio waves,  rockets,  and rebellion  to meet you In her time, bombs created constellations  then fell in formation around her heart Decades of war cast shadows on her bones  but from them she forgedContinue reading “Steadfast”

Medicine Dream

Medicine Dream I saw the buffalo-man and the universe delighted dreams set stars on my heart, turning them to stone that I might resonate with a star-less night a mighty seeker came down choosing this body, with its many desires and misery wanting, again, to experience a whale’s flight through water a bear within herContinue reading “Medicine Dream”


water crashes on high-tide shores stirring sand and seaweed long after yesterday’s storm rain’s drizzle dampens driftwood forts resurrected again and again by children you and me a lifetime ago   where stingray sailing beneath the surf fly gracefully together toward sand bars of calm a gathering of family you and you and you andContinue reading “Aotearoa”


water tinkling across barnacles pebbles rendered smooth by waves gentle not unlike kindness

Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves As a young child growing up in New Zealand, I remember dreaming about autumn in Canada. Fall leaves, like the ones I imagined while listening to Joni Mitchell records, lined country roads with reds and oranges and yellows and every other colour that fills a heart with warmth. In my imaginings, Canada wasContinue reading “Autumn Leaves”

Forty Years Now

Forty Years Now a pocketful of sand I’ve searched beaches for myself a box of letters I’ve written them all to nobody a scar across my abdomen I’ve fallen into motherhood to bliss an oversized wedding ring I’ve shrunken into love with you to know a sibling to really know them to know me asContinue reading “Forty Years Now”


Vegemite Vegemite is all the hours mum spent rolling bread dough. It is aprons dusted with flour, some on her face, some on the floor. Vegemite is fresh bread’s scent wafting down the hallway, toasted and buttery. Vegemite is childhood slathered on top of those memories. The yellow labeled jars emptied and filled with beachContinue reading “Vegemite”


11:37 It’s 11:37, again. Today, and on so many days, when I glance at the clock. 11:37 I’m reminded of your first breath. 11:37 I, brought on by your light, am introduced to all the goodness in me, my best self. Funny, how nothing of who I was before you, seemed relevant. Your perfect everything,Continue reading “11:37”

just ask jackrabbit

just ask jackrabbit somewhere in a photo box lives the real truth of this town before ghosts, before cars lined in rows became headstones in a graveyard rusting, dusty sunken into dirt even before the well was empty town hall graffitied, boarded up, condemned. somewhere there is proof but coyotes run rampant a Great HornedContinue reading “just ask jackrabbit”

Little Cabin Rabby-Tack

Little Cabin Rabby-Tack Little brother freckle-face what do you see? Lying on your stomach, reaching into sea. Driftwood fishing line discarded at your feet, squinty-eyed to sun glare cockabully. Little sister scruffy-hair what do you see? Knees deep in low-tide pools, singing happily. Gumboots full of water Feet and hands in glee, sun-kissed glow ofContinue reading “Little Cabin Rabby-Tack”

What I’m Not Saying

What I’m Not Saying that pearls are my birthstone, Am I limited by birth? Begin each day with a breath say goodbye to yesterday like the sun’s light on dew, a droplet rendered dry What I’m not saying is, I’m blind I’m blinded by love, the removal of yours What I’m not saying is laughterContinue reading “What I’m Not Saying”


Daughter “Where’s your favourite place on earth?” my daughter asks. “It’s a simple question Mum.” And it is. But the choosing of just one place worries me. It renders the places left out, not good enough. Like that house I lived in for a month when I was eight years old. The place that myContinue reading “Daughter”

a place to plant a seed

a place to plant a seed what are masks if not versions of ourselves we remove and bury again and again and again until all that remains is dirt and soil and earth

Everything Gets Their Turn

Everything Gets Their Turn butterfly born of darkness seek light shift about the straight-jacket of birth a pressure on beauty awake asleep awake forgets caterpillar chrysalis crickets of the field conduct blade of grass as Strings orchestrate stridulations sound a twilight song earth’s axis tilts toward summer to her small creatures giving them time too

upon a parent’s dying

upon a parent’s dying knowing nobody in grief not yourself you wash your father’s feet while east and west collide in kindness and palms are grace and you water and you wash your mother’s feet of earth and dust laugh into pails of gladness as tears come knowing them now

Bella Bella (No. 2)

Bella Bella (No. 2) this place has its own law it erases the city shows us the brightest stars your reflection this place is magic its outflow winds bend trees cracking and splitting time beckoning us home


Backstabbing those unkind words slip out wielding daggers as they escape my parted lips my heart retracts as I stumble to recover sewing up the frayed edges the spilling out of my shitty-ness I see it now the criticism the judgement my error but the hurt is done and the worst part is you weren’tContinue reading “Backstabbing”


insomnia what is it about these wee hours the time heaven is closest to earth where stations of uncertainty beckon us to thought? what mighty outpouring of creation swirls its decree about our souls calling all force to imagination? where is sleep in all of this, if not a dream? behold the exquisite beauty ofContinue reading “insomnia”

body of water


Sockeye Oh splendorous sockeye! how can I replace your red flesh offerings, your salty silver scales? How can I dance to your memory? The memory I hold in my cells, the memory of my wildness, the part of me that is not human. Oh splendorous sockeye!I sit at the tableof a bountiful ocean,knowing the fastingContinue reading “Sockeye”

Little Sparrow

Little Sparrow Little Sparrow Breathe the air of this garden. Amidst the shrubs your beating ruby heart, your delicate wings, a sapphire song. Little Sparrow My love is a formidable flight, a gentle whisper, a wish atop a golden branch. Little Sparrow Remember the Happy Prince? Tell me, are you not that swallow? For IContinue reading “Little Sparrow”

I Hope You Finish That Novel

I Hope You Finish That Novel – for Coranne I’ve earmarked a place in me and I want to swallow your skylark song how else can I wipe my plate clean of that lanscape, the rolling hills of your words, the taste of your imagination.


Ghost I say “Good morning” as we pass in the hall. We’ve passed in the hall every day for nearly eight months now. You never say anything back. Surely by now you recognize me, surely by now you’ve noticed my security pass my new shoes as you look down to the floor lower your eyesContinue reading “Ghost”


Moment Count the times you turned to the sun at daybreak and wished for more sunrises an easy Sunday an evening swim the last time you were carried in from the car the body holds all knowledge of things you leave behind


Breakup You never stay for tea, always rushing to the next thing to satisfy your ego. Always the opposite direction of me, always regret. Your distracted fingers mimic drum beats on your thighs. You want me to stop talking, I get it, I see you eyeing your shoes at the door. Remember when we watchedContinue reading “Breakup”

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