Going North
In this sixth book of poetry from Pacific Northwest writer Cal Kinnear, the speaker guides us northward on an ocean journey of spirit, vision and dream. Heartsick of the world as it seems, he seeks another way, through inlets and passages shrouded in memory and time.
A beautiful complement to Kinnear’s previous books of poetry and poetic prose, this slim volume holds worlds, and the possibility for worlds both ancient and new to meet, mingle and meld.
IN THE TIDAL COLLISION of Seymour Narrows,
whirlpool, history ends.
Was and will-be spin and froth.
Here is the world forever beginning.
Where I am heading now
there is only spirit and dream.
And the life of ocean, island, trees.
And creatures. We will begin again.
There is only the bow wave
cutting ahead.
Cal Kinnear lives on the island of the Swiftwater People in the Salish Sea.
In this sixth book of poetry from Pacific Northwest writer Cal Kinnear, the speaker guides us northward on an ocean journey of spirit, vision and dream. Heartsick of the world as it seems, he seeks another way, through inlets and passages shrouded in memory and time.
A beautiful complement to Kinnear’s previous books of poetry and poetic prose, this slim volume holds worlds, and the possibility for worlds both ancient and new to meet, mingle and meld.
IN THE TIDAL COLLISION of Seymour Narrows,
whirlpool, history ends.
Was and will-be spin and froth.
Here is the world forever beginning.
Where I am heading now
there is only spirit and dream.
And the life of ocean, island, trees.
And creatures. We will begin again.
There is only the bow wave
cutting ahead.
Cal Kinnear lives on the island of the Swiftwater People in the Salish Sea.
In this sixth book of poetry from Pacific Northwest writer Cal Kinnear, the speaker guides us northward on an ocean journey of spirit, vision and dream. Heartsick of the world as it seems, he seeks another way, through inlets and passages shrouded in memory and time.
A beautiful complement to Kinnear’s previous books of poetry and poetic prose, this slim volume holds worlds, and the possibility for worlds both ancient and new to meet, mingle and meld.
IN THE TIDAL COLLISION of Seymour Narrows,
whirlpool, history ends.
Was and will-be spin and froth.
Here is the world forever beginning.
Where I am heading now
there is only spirit and dream.
And the life of ocean, island, trees.
And creatures. We will begin again.
There is only the bow wave
cutting ahead.
Cal Kinnear lives on the island of the Swiftwater People in the Salish Sea.
