still, and more
(a pop-up assembly of text
on Main Street)
1.
little things, roaming the footnotes
foraging memories of a Vancouver story.
2.
a psychic, reading uneven ground
travelled down a rabbit hole and found
vintage tale, etched in exile
laminating the death and life of
love, live, local
liberty.
3.
here, there’s no simplified understanding —
water & prairie, smudge secrets
and ignite a lowercase reminder
of poetry & exchange.
4.
what began in a playful practice
with girl and bird
cut mute roots, to hear
soundtracks in archives
moving to share a collective cloud
of scented light, on the fringe.
5.
today a sound experiment
drawing with noise —
open lines, making vulnerable
to see inside the small.
Since it had been almost ten years since I started text walking, I decided on March 7, 2024 to return to Main Street in Vancouver, to re-walk my initial route. This five part poem, which is part of my still, not still project, is the result.