@prairievixen
(she/her) Poet, editor, finder of lost things, singer of silly songs. Poems in Moist Poetry, Stone Circle Review, CV2, The Fiddlehead & others. Lover of beings that move between worlds. Endearingly uncool. Bestselling poet on a very local level.
The critic as the ultimate silver-tongued hater is actually really tiresome. It’s easy to hate something and tear it apart. It’s much harder to love something and to try to offer a clear-eyed assessment of what it’s doing well and where it perhaps also failed
i think crabs should have more friends on this planet. like people or other crabs or little eels or maybe shrimps or a shark perhaps or those huge isopods that look like little grumpy guys or that one squid thats really tiny but is nice and other cephalopods and sea slugs and anemone and snails and
Perhaps. The other barista got into it too. They may have just been bored. :)
It's the kind of day where I sit at my computer to do something important but then get distracted by editing a poem and don't do the thing I meant to do, but you know, it's okay—that poem feels better.
Delighted to be at a local cafe today when the barista called out "chai for Chad!" and then repeated "chai for Chad" to himself several times in varying tones (Chad was in another part of the building; I don't know if he got his chai).
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I'm a Western Canadian babe. All my mountains are Rockies. :)
Oh heavens no! I am many many miles from there. :)
I'm smiling and standing in a wintery pine forest. It looks like I'm standing in front of a green screen, but I was actually on a mountain forest path.
I may have been in a forest today. I chose not to put myself in full bodily danger to see a waterfall, but I made some questionable choices before my better judgment kicked in.
Thank you, my dear friend! 🥰
If you ever approach me with the opening "do you want to hear a wild story?", the answer is yes of course I do. But I will judge your definition of "wild story" based on what you deliver next. And then I'll rank you in my affections accordingly.
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Fucking hell. Why didn't that song come up AT ALL when I was looking for songs that had been written about the moon?? 🤣
(for the record, my song sounds nothing like that and I do not aspire to be in the same league as Paul Simon)
Check your email in a few minutes.
coming to believe there are fundamentally two types of recipes:
1) "carefully follow this long series of specific instructions, which if successful will taste like heaven and otherwise will devolve into disgusting slime"
2) "mix together these delicious ingredients and they will remain delicious"
It was a bold move to agree to intentionally write a song about the moon. But now, when I start to doubt myself, I can shut it down with "I wrote a song about the fucking moon; I can do whatever this is." That's a pretty sweet unintended benefit.
We're out here makin' connections! :)
Read Issue 8: Collage!
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It is always a good day for The National 💜
This is live, friends!
I’m thrilled to have my first collaborative piece in here, written with @kathrynreese.bsky.social
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That is an absolutely gorgeous piece!
A year into signing up for Bsky, I reckon it's time to show my face. Well, here I am, ornery as ever, and getting more so as the world I strive for disintegrates.
If you care to let people know I'm here and planning to be more active, I appreciate it.
Also, it's good and correct to have a standard order at a place where you're a regular. It's ritual.
But then sometimes, snails show up
It's good for my soul to be alone at a table in a crowded room where music is being played. Notebook open on the table in front of me to capture any bits of inspiration that happen to wander by.
There are so many ways to do good. Small ways, just little daily things. Helping a stranger with something, helping a neighbor, a friend, listening, being present. Endless ways to improve things in quiet ways. And you never need to mention them. Just do them because they are good to do.
We're really living in a time when people just post videos of themselves saying stuff and doing things and then act like it is not excruciatingly vulnerable.
When someone says „Scientists do not want you to know“ you can dismiss everything from there on. Scientists want you to know. They are desperate that you know. They can’t shut up about what they found out and want you to know.
Poets! Do you live in Canada, or are you a Canadian living abroad? Send in your #poetry! This is Canada's most unusual poetry prize, and it celebrates the memory of #Indigenous poet, activist and performer Muriel Marjorie.
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I'm smiling widely and showing off my pretty striped hat with a red felt flower pinned on one side. I'm also wearing a multicolored infinity scarf.
Since nothing is going to bloom here for many weeks, I'm carrying my own flower and colour.
An a desk with a miss piggy money box and pens is a series of five collages faces - a mix of old recontextualised drawing fragments and drawing and striped paper
When it comes to my art practice i am lost
Wonderfully beautifully lost
I don't know where i am going and its exciting
I have no ideas if the work below is finished- under done or over done - infact i just barely know it at all
True fun