Rock picker
The iron fork that rakes the ground and sweeps head-sized stones into a steel bucket has the grace of a pump jack. But many are the spines those tines have save...
Category: Poetics
Walking on Wellington
(Toronto is endured first, then delighted in.) The streets are dim but the eastern face of the CN Tower is glowing yellow. Black steel towers cast provinc...
Farewell Wildbranch
It’s possible to describe this moment as a howl, a gut-yell that wakes a day-owl—and awakens me to a road ahead where my air is de-reified. So as I coast ...
Near is / and difficult to grasp, the God
In Jena, in 1806, in the wake of Napoleon’s crushing victory, these three events: Hegel, while looking out his window saw "the world-spirit on horseback.&q...