
Wi'yugwa̱mala dłuwa̱n, - Baby with me,
Łax̱wa̱lanukwa̱n tłus. - I love you.
Mu'la̱n gax̱a'aḵus. - I’m ...

River Love
After yearning for decades
to say I love you and mean it, today
on my practised water’s-edge path
I ...

for S’ólh Téméxw (the traditional territories of the Stó:lo-)
out in the valley
plump drupelets fall into ...

1. Field’s sawmill
A burial site with ghost bodies
on platforms in trees
retaining walls at the river’s ...

On the longest night
Tuck tiny love notes
Written with winter berries
Into the dark earth
Whisper them ...

The fire that forged the earth
holds the space between us
ancient atoms
in our blood and bones
pulled to the ...

Curled against you under the night sky
your touch reminds me
that my flesh is made
from the spark and dust
of ...

Even in the darkest winter
under the frost-hardened earth
the roots are deep in discussion
through mycelium ...