It always starts with two Two who begin the thing Who are the trunk of the tree The trunk of this tree But what if the tree should be cut? Today? What then? So then just go ahead — Plant the seed The one you’ve been saving In your pocket Since you last walked The Old Growth Trail Under the cedar And gazed in awe at its girth, the tangled sprawl down below the dirt homing to a birthplace at the core, the perfect straightness drawn up, beyond the sky hooked to a point in the heavens around which all-else spins. That old cedar. No other will do Inception! Its seed-germ the recall of all that came before, and of trees yet to be. Take it Plant it So it goes On and on All my relations. It always starts with two Two who begin the thing Who are the trunk of the tree The trunk of history
Sing me a song I know I want to remember my past so in that far off dream when our futures cross I will remember Say to me now the words I long to hear speak them softly for I’ve been listening since the first day of my birth I heard you in some far off dream I can’t remember when but if our futures cross I will remember When all life is gone and the present is the past our future will be a thought that no one remembers.
While the West Kootenay’s black bears spent the fall harvesting salmon, insects and your neighbour’s garbage, the writers and editors for the Black Bear Review have been hard at work gathering literary and artistic sustenance to get you through the winter. This issue will lead you through cardboard doors to a forest of burning paper dolls, it’ll dump you in the river, gasping for breath, and it’ll serenade you with the golden sounds of a dead man’s trumpet. Winter Paws: Vol. 2, Issue 1, is a veritable feast of varied delicacies that we hope you will savour from your respective dens.
Explore the theme of water through word or image and submit your work for publication in our 2018 print magazine!* Water is of major importance to all living things; in some organisms, up to 90% of their body weight comes from water. You may consider these and other questions: What does it mean to live in fluid bodies? How does water connect us? Has a body of water ever meant something to you? How does water’s changing states (rain, snow, ice, cloud, etc.) reflect your own lived experience? Do you swim, ski, skate, paddle, or otherwise navigate watery landscapes? Submission Deadline: January 26, 2018 To Submit: EMAIL submissions to email@example.com see full submission guideline here.
I lost control of my words They were in their order when I left the house but I left the cage unlocked and they got out They shredded the sofa cushions and made for themselves a nest on the floor They seemed so happy there that I nearly forgot to replace them on the page