Canon McKnight
@canonmcknight.bsky.social
“In song we breathe the old memories. In stories we walk with those that came before us. It is in our blood.” -The Shaman
I write about the American West and a few other things.
I write about the American West and a few other things.
There is a different synaptic process I think in writing longhand. You have to hold the words longer in brain as you etch them across the page. It leaves them bare, open, and it’s harder for them to hide their faults.
October 28, 2025 at 12:41 PM
There is a different synaptic process I think in writing longhand. You have to hold the words longer in brain as you etch them across the page. It leaves them bare, open, and it’s harder for them to hide their faults.
“…a sacred day
God makes again
Sword in hand
We rise again
And fight in day
Whilst light again
And in our hearts
And in our kin
The duty bade
To rise again
And into darkness
We go again
To chase away
The demon kin
Remember now
For this we fight
To bring remind
The night, the light”
God makes again
Sword in hand
We rise again
And fight in day
Whilst light again
And in our hearts
And in our kin
The duty bade
To rise again
And into darkness
We go again
To chase away
The demon kin
Remember now
For this we fight
To bring remind
The night, the light”
September 26, 2025 at 12:16 PM
“…a sacred day
God makes again
Sword in hand
We rise again
And fight in day
Whilst light again
And in our hearts
And in our kin
The duty bade
To rise again
And into darkness
We go again
To chase away
The demon kin
Remember now
For this we fight
To bring remind
The night, the light”
God makes again
Sword in hand
We rise again
And fight in day
Whilst light again
And in our hearts
And in our kin
The duty bade
To rise again
And into darkness
We go again
To chase away
The demon kin
Remember now
For this we fight
To bring remind
The night, the light”
“…he might never have met you in the mountains of this wild country. Moral of the story, don’t think ill of the lonely souls. Loneliness can do strange things like wave at a magpie for years that is just going about his day.”
-The Earth After Rain
-The Earth After Rain
September 26, 2025 at 5:31 AM
“…he might never have met you in the mountains of this wild country. Moral of the story, don’t think ill of the lonely souls. Loneliness can do strange things like wave at a magpie for years that is just going about his day.”
-The Earth After Rain
-The Earth After Rain
“…and when hope rushes upon a fellow his heart springs to wave back with all his might in any way he can. He’s not a fool. He was good lad who wanted a friend.”
“What happened to him?”
“Oh the years tried to fill him with piss and vinegar and some seeped in. But he never gave up. If he had…”
“What happened to him?”
“Oh the years tried to fill him with piss and vinegar and some seeped in. But he never gave up. If he had…”
September 26, 2025 at 5:31 AM
“…and when hope rushes upon a fellow his heart springs to wave back with all his might in any way he can. He’s not a fool. He was good lad who wanted a friend.”
“What happened to him?”
“Oh the years tried to fill him with piss and vinegar and some seeped in. But he never gave up. If he had…”
“What happened to him?”
“Oh the years tried to fill him with piss and vinegar and some seeped in. But he never gave up. If he had…”
“…leaving the lad to his thoughts. Everyday for years he would wait for the bird and wave and call to it. But the bird was a bird and it just flew away. So, was the lad mad for wasting his time hoping for all those years?”
“I think so”
“Of course he wasn’t. He was human. He hoped…”
“I think so”
“Of course he wasn’t. He was human. He hoped…”
September 26, 2025 at 5:31 AM
“…leaving the lad to his thoughts. Everyday for years he would wait for the bird and wave and call to it. But the bird was a bird and it just flew away. So, was the lad mad for wasting his time hoping for all those years?”
“I think so”
“Of course he wasn’t. He was human. He hoped…”
“I think so”
“Of course he wasn’t. He was human. He hoped…”
I like to think it’s a reminder God loves us and also kicked us once.
September 26, 2025 at 3:15 AM
I like to think it’s a reminder God loves us and also kicked us once.
- Aurthur MacDougall
(From The Earth After Rain)
(From The Earth After Rain)
September 26, 2025 at 2:32 AM
- Aurthur MacDougall
(From The Earth After Rain)
(From The Earth After Rain)
“…and feign surprise when you see I crossed the mountains too. The hard way. The impossible way. The way nobody goes because you can’t. There’s no path. Yes there is. No there’s not, you say. There is. You know why? Because I cut it. With my own bloody hands I cut it because that is my namesake…”
September 26, 2025 at 2:32 AM
“…and feign surprise when you see I crossed the mountains too. The hard way. The impossible way. The way nobody goes because you can’t. There’s no path. Yes there is. No there’s not, you say. There is. You know why? Because I cut it. With my own bloody hands I cut it because that is my namesake…”
You write psst instead.
And sometimes a cat appears.
And sometimes a cat appears.
September 25, 2025 at 6:51 PM
You write psst instead.
And sometimes a cat appears.
And sometimes a cat appears.
“Yes.”
“I ain’t never been around no professionals before, sir. Um…”
“Just say it, Spoon. It’s late.”
“Well sir, how do I feed a man like that? What do they eat?”
The captain laughed.
“Just keep a clean kitchen, Spoon. And to answer your question, food. He eats food.”
“I can do that, sir.”
“I ain’t never been around no professionals before, sir. Um…”
“Just say it, Spoon. It’s late.”
“Well sir, how do I feed a man like that? What do they eat?”
The captain laughed.
“Just keep a clean kitchen, Spoon. And to answer your question, food. He eats food.”
“I can do that, sir.”
September 25, 2025 at 3:52 PM
“Yes.”
“I ain’t never been around no professionals before, sir. Um…”
“Just say it, Spoon. It’s late.”
“Well sir, how do I feed a man like that? What do they eat?”
The captain laughed.
“Just keep a clean kitchen, Spoon. And to answer your question, food. He eats food.”
“I can do that, sir.”
“I ain’t never been around no professionals before, sir. Um…”
“Just say it, Spoon. It’s late.”
“Well sir, how do I feed a man like that? What do they eat?”
The captain laughed.
“Just keep a clean kitchen, Spoon. And to answer your question, food. He eats food.”
“I can do that, sir.”