sacred and profane dances

Photos. Poetry. Art. Cats.

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Borer's Falls Conservation Area May 2026

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I made (vegetarian) Cincinnati chili

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𝘼 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙢 𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚 (𝙤𝙧, 𝘼 𝙏𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙣 𝙁𝙖𝙧 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚)

It’s the kind of crowd where sexagenarians are shocked

they have to stand in line for the bathroom

while some chud rants loudly in the hallway

about it being 2026 so you can do what you want

and he’ll piss on anyone

(he’s probably down from Barrie);

but I buy another beer

and go in the “wrong aisle”

so the younger bucks next to me have to move -

even though it’s further away from my seat -

to make sure I don’t disturb the ancient couple next to me,

their judgement strong about the gin around my mouth

while the Southern condition runs deep,

a minimizing femininity.

Then I lean in because the mushrooms just mellowed

(and I’m sitting for this - hooray),

bracing a cherry-coloured boot on the chair in front of me

as I settle down

for some of the songs played down long river roads

and stretches of Big Bend highway,

tunes that sound like dominoes on a Saturday night

as Mercenary Song plays on

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Street Code Hard Luck Bar, Toronto

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More spring flowers May 2026 Toronto, ON

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Forsythia April 2026

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End of an Era

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Sam Amidon and Jake Xerxes Fussell April 2026

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Spring Arrives March 2026

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inside the melon

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switch/grass March 2026

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Lumière 2026 Trillium Park

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spring snow

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Winter Stations 2026 February 2026//Woodbine Beach

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vignettes

We're not quite there yet, in those last winter days of March that border spring, if you can call it that here in Ontario, but I can feel the change in the air when the wind blows through the ravines that feed the Don River, not far from our house. Midwinter's frigid bite now a blunted edge as the sun shines onto snowmelt and mud, the leavings of a colder season. I know the cold will come again, snow falling fast from the sky's grey expanse as we hold on a little longer for the real thing, but today the aconite blooms yellow and the birds sing in the trees, a glorious taste of a false spring.

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hand to god

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Family Day 2026 // Ottawa