Song in the deep predawn
Perhaps it’s the time, here in the deep predawn of the solar year, but I’m wondering again,who I am. Yet this morning, before any perceptible light,...
Perhaps it’s the time, here in the deep predawn of the solar year, but I’m wondering again,who I am. Yet this morning, before any perceptible light,...
Here’s a fact: Edmonton is populated by—blessed with—open-handed and warm-hearted people. I suspect that for the most part we know this, it just doesn’t get the...
The play and pitch of light on a tree, the taste of morning air, a grey-laced cloud, the push of an east wind, a red sky, a wan moon as seen through an upstairs...
And now it’s done. And now the year begins. So uncertain, so predictable. And we will run along the magnetic lines, constrained by clocks, waiting for new...