2015 it’s a day in may we watch the election turn our province map orange on screen, tuned to cbc radio for the call. i feel at home for the first time, and for a long time knowing that this would have been worth living for dad, to see your grand daughter following the flow…
Month: July 2016
2014: Nomads
it’s 2014, high june i tour to toronto i am not a rock star i will not become a rock star but i am paid to make poems. i meet up with zooey we started out together as lesser-thans in our creative writing class like mice or bees, the way we moved made our…
2013: Cranes
if you ask what i remember from my laureate days it is a thin, rare song. children i’d loved since infancy stretched out their voices to the sky, in the gym of the school that we saved in a song about whooping cranes singing again in the wind because we dared to say extinction…
2012: Wolf Work
it’s 2012 national arts council meets here to know the land they serve i am invited to a reception no poem commission, just to be face of our mayor’s personal commitment laureate memo: always carry poems are easy to conceal mind you, the law of theatre applies here; if you see a poet it…
2011: Uses of Poetry
it’s 2011 i’m the City’s Poet chosen to laud us to declaim us, to name us exhort us, inflame us actually, people often ask me what does a laureate do? it is not, i assure you a position designed to discover just how bitchy, back-stabbing and vain poets can really be, for how…
2010: Olympic
it’s 2010 i go to the olympic edition of talking stick festival in vancouver, i walk this is how to learn a city walk from dorothy’s up on coal harbour down to cambie to the roundhouse to the show i will never be a headliner i will never be on the podium i am…
2009: Circles
2009 so this is what it’s like book launches words bound, unleashed i had a friend then who played for us concert hall style in ramshackle indie venue what should he play for me? bach i leapt as high as my craft allowed we take our kids to a lake soon after…
2008: beginner
it’s 2008 and for one summer every morning at five i rise and write gather and sift look out over this hour before me becomes we but that is not true there is no separation of states everything becomes star etched footsteps lift like sun, echo light from a distance draws down don’t stare float…
2007: Metaphor
it’s 2007 and our city has fielded a committee which has won a competition we will have our year as canada’s cultural capital with all the project money this entails. since, she said, the committee couldn’t find any indigenous artists they went ahead and decided what to write, since they all agreed your community had…
2006: Handout
it’s 2006 and this is garden time; when else to teach about the mighty work of bees? i don’t get out much and i don’t mind i am asked to conduct a workshop for teachers about indigenous pedagogy specifically, the nature and uses of orality. i tell stories and tell about stories what…
2005: world citizen
it’s 2005 and i am am home in the mom zone cannot understand anyone who does not marvel at the flight of little brown birds a grey cat arrives draws circles round us charming past the neurotic guardian antics of black anwar and his ferocious sister; we think this little sh-cat tells them she…
2004: Breach of Manners
it’s 2004 the year i forget when i am due at a studio to judge a poetry contest, ’til the dear friend who set this up phones me, afraid something might have happened apart from what did, my thoughts gone indwelling as my belly swells. this is the great mystery of woman become galaxy spinning…
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