Enough holiness
I saw a small frog sitting in tall quack grass beside a wild blueberry bush. Beneath the elder, I see the wet canvass roof from the morning dew. Within the hush...
I saw a small frog sitting in tall quack grass beside a wild blueberry bush. Beneath the elder, I see the wet canvass roof from the morning dew. Within the hush...
The tar/oil sands—toil sands if you will—persist. But even a rabid Fraser Instituter will own, when lightly cuffed, that we must eventually relinquish our depen...
Read Gary Snyder’s Three Worlds, Three Realms, Six Roads, for inspiration, for the music, for a lark. Consider chipping sparrows, wonder to fall like one....
From a wooden bridge I watch coho and chinook jump in the Capilano river. First there is a black line deep in the clear green water, then a quick-rising cylinde...