Held in Derision by Jordan Peterson
I’m wandering under the wayless stars, over the naked breast of life, which resemblesthe Great Sandhills of Saskatchewan. At a summit,I see a breathing tree p...
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Whole World With His Breath
…rememberingthe time you, only twenty, a first-aid manin a mill town, delivered a baby up north,that slipperiness, the shout the baby gavewhen he took i...
Catch and Release
Walking through a hayfield in south Saskatchewan, and sage fills my head, and bromegrass and timothy—leaning toward autumn—have turned rust-brown....
Why Poetry?
Because this is a world I didn’t make, and it is real, and the realer it feels, the more mysterious; because one day, walking with my dad on a willow-lined tr...