Reflection

The Right Place to Go
Reflect off Glass to get Louder
off velvet to get softer
Curved surfaces
parabolic places
Sound follows source when reflected from             corners


corners


               corners

Forrest's NFB Night Cookies

Canadian films: A Matter of Fat by William Weintraub, Crapshoot: The Gamble with Our Wastes by Jeff McKay (though maybe not the best for cookie consuming), Paul Tomkowicz: Street-Railway Switchman by Roman Kroitor. By no means is this an especially thoughtful or exhaustive list. Enjoy


Ingredients


1/2 cups brown sugar
1/2 cup butter
1/4 cup plain yogurt
2 tbsp water
1 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
1/2 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/8 tsp sea salt
2 tsp ginger or pumpkin pie spice
1/2 tsp cloves
handful of semi-sweet chocolate chips
handful of raisins


Preheat your oven to 350 C. Get out a pan, spoon, wooden spoon, measuring stuff, and two bowls.
Mix brown sugar and butter together in a medium sized bowl. Add yogurt and water. 
In another bowl, mix the dry ingredients together. Add them to the wet ingredients. Mix it all together. 
Add your chocolate and/or raisins. Mix them in. Grab your spoon and scoop out your cookie dough. Put on a cookie pan. Press them down a little bit so they aren't so fluffy. 
Bake for 8-10 minutes.

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Where I'm Going

Countdown

We are nearly finished
and soon we will
step out, into greyish light
coldness nipping the wet air.

Your nose, my nose
forward, inward, sensing.

We left mother at the end
the road was long
we fell into the ditch and saw
a mossy stone
a path beginning
longing toward the wooded green.

We left mother at the end
we are nearly finished
soon we will
step out, into greyish light
wet air

Where is mother?

We left at the end
we are nearly finished
we will step
into greyish light
wet air

(whispers, whispers)

We left
we are finished
we will step into light
air

Everett Ruess and my Father

That young vagabond said
he always tried to look
not take
nature and its best swallowed him
all the way to his heart and lungs

until he decided to forget breathing and
beating
his way out of the wilderness

It took what he did not
unfair, isn't it?

looking out the window
I notice bright green tips on the branches
of an old black spruce
layered if I imagine one dimension
on bright green tips of summer clad poplar

cottonwood, oak

Am I taking enough to be safe?
safe from the gravity held within those black trunks
bursting out each spring and withering each fall

I always try to take enough
to beat my way by foot out of the wilderness
but also I do not take
and sometimes I lose myself

finding light and air infused with ghosts
rather than dust
I squander one after another breathing moment with silence

minutes found, unharmed, changed

Once, we followed him to the quanset
little plaid shirts on boy and girl
feet rubber shod avoiding nails
lost socks toe nestled.

It was all dusty all grey all casted shadows
we did not notice then
I feel a thousand sensations in this memory
yes, heart explodes at the thought
we brought voices
cast up more dusty cloud
sat in old bucket seats bereft
kicked a pile of old scrap and wood
followed him back before dark.

in hand thoughts haunt us in
only these twenty or thirty years
all dust all shadows all grey.