Nothing wields more power than nothing
Weightless, shapeless
It should bear no threat
A vacuum
A pocket of air only given shape
From the something that surrounds it, but
To do nothing
To say nothing
To be … nothing
Creates something
Something that each morning must be folded up and
carefully put away as if it were nothing
Author Anne Farrer is a poet, essayist and self-proclaimed critic-at-large. She lives by the sea and dreams about a certain crow.
A visual poem about the medicine of cedar weaving seeping in, under the fingernails and into the heart.
A poem about one-sided communication and the pain that no one sticks around to see.
Song lyrics capturing an epic weekend spent chasing our musical heroes across rural Ontario.
With respect and acknowledgement that I work and reside on the unceded traditional territory of the K’ómoks First Nation, the traditional keepers of this land.
© Anne Farrer 2023 All rights reserved.