June 20, 2024 Poetry

Nostalgia, Overland

By My Name Is Scot
Nostalgia, Overland 
 Nostalgia
 
Tidal rapids. The current was too strong. Down the headwater streams, down the murky Fraser River - to disappear in the broad reaches of the Pacific Ocean. Between the trees, beyond a bay. Power washing the area directly under the Heatley Avenue overpass. “The Dawn” you said.


Overland
 
If the snow should fall. Three crones. Blood, water, stone.
Alone, you will not find the trail.

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My Name Is Scot

My Name Is Scot and I’m interested in notions of agency, identity and authenticity. My work includes installations, video, texts, zines, photography and performance. To see and read more please visit: mynameisscot.ca

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