Conceived with the wide sweep of the prairies in mind, this literary field guide is especially dedicated to the urban grasslands of Saskatoon, notably the Northeast and Small Swales. Enjoy exploring these inspiring landscapes in the company of some of the province’s most accomplished writers.
Imagine being married to one who animates the dead! Look, burying beetles have won the home lottery, he says.
…despite the animal’s casual ignoring of us, we were the ones on full alert.
You’ve never been to Swale
World yet even hemmed within your skittish days you sense it out there, holding its breath…
a hard light fills our dreams
its clamour smashes nest and shell
…the sweet-scented bedstraw,
the ascending bedstraw hawkmoth.
A sudden movement beyond the brush, a white-tail doe…
everywhere you look, careening from green to green, the world exhales mint
… her rest never adjusted to, the absence of wild singing…
For years on blistered feet the hikers have followed their hearts…
A garter snake knits up the ravelled sleeve of the world.
How can you not believe an animal who goes down headfirst into darkness?
I will always be connected to kikawînaw askiy wîscakasa that lives in her many forms and collectively lives and breathes as I do.
The teachings of a great horned owl underfeather found suspended on brome.
How loveliness attracts the kinds of exchanges that lead to more lovely things.
Blue grama grass, Bouteloua gracilis: a grandmother holds her ground.