Ode to ‘Your Rocky Spine’
You hear the framming and frailling of clawhammer banjo, you see St. Francis mindfully asleep on the upright bass, hear the brushes fall like wet snow on the sn...
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This morning on joy’s patio
We are given joy because we are given death. And heavenwill be its name until we arrive and know the true end of time. – Sally Ito (On Joy and...
Edmonton Folk Fest 2013–River of sound
You set everything aside for four days and stand in a river of rhythm and sound. There are shallow places, warm and lovely for wading; sometimes you are up to y...
Light in my head, you in my arms—Fisherman’s Blues, and Deb
It turns out, that if you drilled a hole in the top of my head, took me in your arms, and turned me horizontal, you could use me for a flashlight. And if you we...