Creation
Bryan Sanctuary May 1972 Past our narrow realm of knowledge, And out beyond our dell, I wonder if a thought exists, Or if there is a smell. Maybe noses see the light, And eyes can feel the warmth, Maybe fingers... Read more
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The Gypsy Dialogue
Bryan Sanctuary February 8, 1972 It rises up and falls away And the leaves flick from green to grey. Always it happens, the wind from the sea Catches your heart and swirls it from me. “Oh, where is the darkness,... Read more
Once there was a Lapwing’s Flight
by Nela Once there was the sunlight and my life was just a word, Dancing lightly on willow leaves and trilling like a bird. I conceived of his reality as salt on ocean breeze As it shattered in the summer... Read more
The Jam at the Flume
In 1962-63 at a logging camp in Northern B.C., we transported logs from the lake to a river via a ¼ mile flume. The dam by the lake was opened, and the logs pushed down. My job was to watch... Read more
Standing on the shore
By Bryan Sanctuary 1966 Suppose you stand upon a shore Across the sea of time, I’ll cross and come up to your side, And take your hand in mine. I So often when your nearness comes And I remember all,... Read more
Rattling twigs
By Bryan Sanctuary February 1st, 1967 When the rain beats down and I feel depressed And the sky is grey, and the walls are drab, Out of my window bare twigs rattle As if my thoughts are loose in my... Read more
The Inquisition Coffee House
(Note: on Seymore Street in Vancouver in the sixties there was a coffee house called The Inquisition. It was owned by Howie Bateman, and they had old folk singers from the depression era come. Sonny Terry and Brownie McGee were... Read more
