2003:Dance

it’s 2003 and i’m on board with the city arts council we are invited to send a delegation to korea and i know i must go   spend the morning calm walking alone in seoul return in time for breakfast when we move on to wonju there, too, the dawn is where i belong in…

2002: 400 Mile Song

what am i now, then? this is no time for plays, for stages, for masks. i pray for a new path, to be used for some fine enough purpose that my own grief will not swamp me.   a job comes, that brings me to work with many groups seeking funds to do small projects….

2001: Honour Song

it’s may in montreal an indigenous arts gathering peers mentors innovators politics of identity the sick thrashing whale of cultural appropriation   i find i stand with those who say, we are remaking theatre in our images because we need to appropriating a tool   so it does not become us to play cultural purist…

2000: On the Line

2000, a new millennium. my savvy board mentor says where i’ve gone wrong is paying myself no more than anyone else. i sit with that uncomfortable thread running through my work is it that simple? i sit with that when i hire an actor who for all his masks, can’t hide that he chafes at…

1999:Lights

the theatre company to my astonishment is making things.   less surprising shaking apart tanya breaks up with chris, who leaves a shadow of his positivity and goes to work in fort mac, what men must do.   she finds us a new hire who, within four weeks has convinced tanya that i am cheating…

1998:Release

it’s 1998 i have a theatre company now i wrote a grant, three years’ worth start up funding then had to hire people now have to train them it will be a wild ride it already is but the drama will increase off-stage outstrips onstage such is arts life. today, though, we are at the World’s…

1997:Invisible Wind

this poem does not include the beauty. in 1997, on the spring equinox i turn east for the land of big skies. enough. there is no softness here for me. i want to sing. i want to laugh. here, it is all bent ceremony an invisible wind always against my shoulder.   blowing, whirling,  the…

1996: Green Mountain Road

all that lies between misadventure and disaster is this winding road the girl is in shock right thigh tied shut chattering, with her mom holding her in the back seat i drive, my stickshift purring slalom through penticton indian reserve golden grass, piney hills houses tucked and slumbering beneath bright sun of july this is…

1995:Into the Valley

1995 dream into the valley stop and light sage on a bony hill pray for this time to come to get safely home you have no idea how many will fall suicide drugs house fires murder all down there in green sunshine sonora’s north dream

1994: Taking Flight

1994 we got the job, now we are Jets we sing that song from West Side Story and go out for sushi by way of research   the friend who arrived on my doorstep from russia, with her fiance has stayed, married, run out of patience with immigration hoops, and needs a job her logic has…

1993: To Serve the Healing

it’s 1993 and there is nothing i can think of that matters more than to serve the gods of healing. i take a course sufficient for licensing, but it is in practice that the nature of the illness is revealed. my work is in line with long history of healing through touch. and this is…

1992: Regime Change

1992 stumbles and missteps degree in hand job in another far land fell apart the chris columbus of our enterprise mistook the impact of his pitch hired too many teachers for the clientele delivered by his english language salesmen last on, first off, i am no longer wanted on the voyage. did cristobal’s crew master do…