to speak of her, in this time salts my eyes, with pride sea to mountain, her nature, her strength her diverse peoples too yet we must face vile truths darkness of humanity those who first walked this magnificent land First People’s tormented by: John…
burned into my cortex profound sadness, misery in my father’s eyes his daughter was gone the only one who followed him into barbering as now my good friend’s loss of his only daughter there, in his eyes, voice, manner despair, heartache, grief however strong,…
once you stood, mighty land dominating giants, bestowing life for all, in just equilibrium now you are witness simple adornment placating our guilt for your destruction photo and poem (c) by DC Lessoway
crown ruler god on earth their pitched battles masters and solders bring civilization at barbarous blade point grandeur imperial crux ingest, assimilate, consume conquer mighty forests, rivers, wildlife subjugate indigenous populations decree, upon edict, upon proclamation cracks find a portage in absolute power resulting…
I do not write about work very often. Preferring it is our business, so to speak. But at these times, as a part of my own route to healing, this I need do. Mortality: “the state of being subject to death” How often I’ve…
our ancestors respected their kind domicile Mother Earth’s abundant refuge light, birdsong, their time pieces a morning musk offered forecast rustling leaves identifying the day’s temper animal moments framed seasons of waste nothing of use all then all torn asunder nearly obliterated: language, ritual,…
Last Monday night, as we were all leaving work, K was making a funny face to us as she drove away. The next morning, warm, sunny, I was driving in and had this flash, this image of K, lying on the floor, receiving chest…
