[ash natural as sunsets] Ash natural as sunsets As this brook here, Nothing to fear, some say, The silence is the main aspect, And strange forever, and maybe A heaven with all hope restored; For now, it’s quiet, except for the world, Having a field day, doing its rounds, Utterly convinced of its opinions, Each green shoot, leaf, blade of grass And dewdrop full of its passion, Which proves some motion lives on In these unruly actions of a daily grind; The wind picks up, lies down to sleep, The rain visits these graves, Then leaves again for other work. It’s sunset To weep, to want to wash away fragility; Why couldn’t what was boisterously young, Running with your namesake pig in spring, Stay caught in the moment of best beauty? The thing that grows vegetables Shakes our bones out to their full height, We’re on a conveyor belt, a pulse that goes, There’s a plot and it continues, in its throes; This is God’...
It has been months since I wrote anything here and anything written before has been superseded by such strange, heretofore unimaginable, and extreme, world events, that reality itself has seemed at times bent out of shape. Of course, as commentators have long said, the near-occult power of Donald Trump to warp reality by constant fabrication, deception, and illusion, is a form of magic, augmented by the chaos he seemingly intentionally unleashes daily, with wars, taxes, threats, insults, and weird claims; as well as demonstrable affection for right-wing and tyrannical leaders and systems. In the past few months, for example, Trump has turned Canada, once a paragon of reliable loyalty and decent stability, into almost a foe, and has antagonised a whole nation, with his wild lies and threats. The damage is huge. Bryan Adams has even released an enraged single titled "51st State". Elbows Up Canada Strong! This Donroe power grab menacing Canada is economically illiterate, cruel ...