465 words by 2 writers in Banff & Olinda

Stories filed under Breath

poem, Breath

Poems of Pure Breathing

by David Wade Chambers

Olinda — I desire poems of pure breathing: gusts of puppy play roses exuding their perfume silent gardens and mountain meadows breathing in and out chestnuts respiring oxygen in hazy light carbon dioxide ...

Breath, Voice

O, how I've missed rolling around on this floor.

by Lia Pas

Banff — It was on this floor that I learned how to let go, how to let loose. I’m at The Banff Centre which I call “the artist spa”. Never am I treated so well as an artist as when I am here. If you are here ...

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