Posts by AndreaP
Wide World, Strong Love
Kristin Perkins is a counseling psychologist with a practice that ranges from seeing clients in a one-on-one clinical setting to doing community outreach with families. She is also a somatic practitioner who incorporates archetypical work with Tarot and divination into her work. It was the challenge of balancing her rigorous, evidence based work with her…
Read MoreMaple tree
I am a maple tree Missing a limb. A branch – the biggest – Having grown akimbo has tipped the balance and snapped off under its own weight. Food for gravity’s maw: my broken offspring, surrendered to mudblooded rootraw Earth, is a gift to all those ancestors who patiently await further deconstructions. Limbless, I keep…
Read MorePalimpsest
Palimpsest: (noun) something reused or altered but still bearing visible traces of its earlier form. Underneath the flying buttresses of Seville cathedral is a mosque. Radiating out from that centre, the mosaic geometries of Moorish architects give shape to this whole city, where Catholic iconography is lain thickly overtop like paste. At the centre of…
Read MoreOpening
a flower doesn’t push itself open by force: instead, the tight bud just relaxes its grip. it’s no groaning effort but a release: after surviving the struggling emergence out of dark soil, the plant is basted by sun and rain in equal measure. Then, one day the petals just flop open – soggy and radiant…
Read MoreThe Vatican earns the slowest of claps for disavowal of Doctrine of Discovery
The Vatican released a statement this week that repudiates the Doctrine of Discovery, the decree that has been used to subjugate Indigenous Peoples for half a millennium. But how should Canada reconcile the Church’s statement with what we see unfolding right now — another RCMP raid on Wet’suwet’en territory? These are the sorts of violent…
Read MoreUndertow (Zipolite)
Hurtling through Mexico City’s open veins Clotted in a subway car, in a mash of black-clad phone gazers Exhausted and swaying like hooked meat: yet: over there, face lit by yellow flowers Her simple bouquet is a jungle. Later Roaming hills made green in the mist of the Roaring sea I see I’ve dragged with…
Read MoreHaiku-ish
Another day in a world of ruin and light. The gray birds see everything — they sing and they sing.
Read MoreCustoms
A set of turnstiles Each more elaborate Than the last Frisk and shrink us Down to the smudgy gray Passport photos we’ll resemble When we’re dead. Though we clutch our Swaddled possessions, In the hushed caverns of this map-less place : We have Nothing to declare. Duty free: Awash in spirits Some to drink, others…
Read MoreHeliotrope
after the stormin the forest there is carnage everywhere limbs strewn violently across fresh beds of moss. arbutus, heliotropic reach towards the sun, outstretched like dancing limbs for the kiss of sky’s azure until that same wind that gently spun theminto spiralsshows it’s unleashed fullness roaring through, tears branch from trunk and tosses it with…
Read MoreA gulp of cormorants
the trail was awash in little and big rivers that drew the coolness from the crown of the mountain in a rushing tumble to saltwater. as we fumbled for flashlights in the fading light we passed through a field of sound that, like a net dropping around us, bound us to the spot. It sounded…
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