To the woods!

Bring your dragonfly mask, your castanets or ji’kmaqn, your riq, your ear trumpet, your favourite word, or your favourite wand! I’m looking forward to collaborating with Susanne Chui and Erin Donovan on an outdoor, participatory performance featuring movement, sound, and poetry at the Multiplier Performance Festival.

Intelligence

When wasps have a housing crisis, they promptly gather materials and build safe, appropriate dwellings that are elegantly and efficiently designed. They’re also free! Actually, wasps don’t have housing crises (unless they have habitat crises, which is another story). Meanwhile, humans have made housing into an industry: it’s complicated, expensive, and of course, exploitable. The … Read more

The Day Fills Drop by Drop

A lacy, circular wild carrot blossom reaching from the right side of the frame is silhouetted against a cloudy blue sky.

The day fills drop by drop, a pool, accumulating moments, no two alike. An excavator rumbling next door, a little yellow plastic flag crackling in a blast of wind. A monarch butterfly coasts like a kite, pausing to sip nectar from a purple pouch of vetch. I draw limp, clammy laundry from the washing machine, slinging the pieces over my shoulder, hang them outside to dry. The sun’s heat grasps my forearms through the light fabric of my shirt. I mouth a warm, crisp bite of toast. Shadows scamper across my wooden desk. A squeaky tractor bumps down the pot-holed road. A tiny red-belly snake tenses, coiled around itself under an empty tray in the shade of the house. The chair ticks and groans as I shift my weight. The little pot rings like a bell as the water boils; an egg lowered on a spoon dampens the sound.

Moment Made Flesh

The day’s fractal surfaces are books, bodies, matrices of snow and leaf, water in its shape-shift from ground, breath, river, tide, and leaf-exhalations to sky; its drift and drizzle from cloud to earth. The day’s fractal surface unfolds, reveals itself: shattering, dappling, mirror-ball mosaic of light racing towards us, a wave of radiance. The day’s … Read more

Between a Leaf and a Slug Place

I’m feeling like I imagine this slug to be feeling: a little bit, do I have to climb over another leaf? A leaf bigger than me? And a little bit, what’s over there? I’m thinking earthy thoughts, and searching for something to eat and somewhere moist and dark to hang out. Today my friend and … Read more

In between

Here are two views of a recent quilted, embroidered project. It feels like too long since I finished this piece and I’m not really working on anything new. I’m busy with some writing, and with getting the garden planted before too much more time passes. I feel unmoored when I don’t have a project to … Read more

An Inordinate Fondness for…Ferns

Bracken, Hayscented fern, Christmas fern, Sword fern, New York Fern, Maidenhair fern, Wood ferns, Oak fern, Interrupted fern, Royal fern, Ostrich fern, Cinnamon fern, Sensitive fern, Virginia Chain fern, Lady fern, Polypody, Rattlesnake fern, Moonwort…I love them all, and there are more yet to learn. I tend to combine brushing up on ferns each season … Read more

Among the Bryophytes

I’m spending a lot of time with my face very close to moist ground. That’s where the mosses and liverworts live. I’m trying not to let the thought of ticks stop me, and while I often end up with wet clothes from getting so close, leaning on wet logs and kneeling in mud, it’s worth … Read more