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March 28, 2018

Ghost Railway A red-winged blackbird trills by the ghost railway bed. The memory of a train whistle ricochets off clouds ballooning and blackening into thunderheads, like belching coal smoke as the bird perches in wind-washed rushes and chants for a mate. * The distance between you and me surges like a brook in spring, too […]

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I come from a line of women

March 26, 2018

Inheritance I come from a line of women with cotton house dresses, bibbed aprons, flour and butter on their hands, the smell of vanilla as they smudged kisses on my cheek. I stood in the playpen, watched Winifred turn fruit into jam, Ruby cut shortening into pastry, Matilda’s belly push tight against her apron. I […]

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The Home Place

March 26, 2018

The Home Place Nothing captures the history of this farm, no stump fences or tree lines to shape a past life, a family home dismantled. The squared logs were marked and sold,   the veranda and summer kitchen burned, foundation stones and well bulldozed, pines cut, lilacs and apple trees slashed. Nothing marks the spot […]

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shifting seasons

January 14, 2018

Cloud Mountain   Falling down mountain swims in the clouds, its feet ride deep in the sea.   Mountains and waters flow through this body downhill and up in the clouds.   Plum blossoms pepper the path, the scent shadows the wild ones home.

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Love the Questions

July 24, 2013

One of my favourite quotes,  from the book  Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke “Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which […]

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Solitude (from decked and dancing)

September 22, 2012

Inspiration. . Still Life Come to this life as in a dream, a sense of floating as if your presence grows inside a room. A life with no appointments, no demands no calls. Nothing has to be done.   Come to solitude, resonating silence. Time is nothing more than two hands on a clock.   […]

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