Silver Salmon O good song, drop down my throat into my heart of sound and dangle my soul over my dark vibrato. Crack my armour, melt my stones, down in that dark heart I’ll sing my way home. – I cough and I hack what’s holding me back then the air rushes into my lungs. […]
There was a ‘wake’ recently for a marvelous and brilliant artist who has been an influence on me since my teens. Norval Morrisseau died, passed over into the spirit world, a world which, it seems, he already dwelled in, bringing its astonishing, shocking and vivid messages to us in the world of the living. I
“There’s something like a hole in all of us,and it’s in the approximate shape of a soul.” Stephen Jenkinson