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You who would see the wind (prose poems)

Psst, are you there? I don’t think I’m alone here—that’s what the philosophers say anyway. Here’s what I see: flickering shadows on blank walls of the afternoon, the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. Continue reading You who would see the wind (prose poems)

Karin CopeJuly 12, 2018Leave a comment

environmental reflections, Field notes

Spruce tips and loon calls: on the slowness of Atlantic Springs

March is the coldest month and April is plenty cruel, but in Atlantic Canada May is the cruelest month, mixing hopefulness and frogsong with coyote scat and cold fogs, driving rains, muddy paths, and sometimes frosts. Continue reading Spruce tips and loon calls: on the slowness of Atlantic Springs

Karin CopeMay 25, 2018May 25, 2018Leave a comment

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You who would see the wind (prose poems)

Spruce tips and loon calls: on the slowness of Atlantic Springs