For the Light Returning: How Not to Freeze

Free Tibet! bang bang Free Tibet!  Their voices and their drums shimmered through the frosty air. They danced past the doors of the Strathcona Farmers’ Market, and i hustled in after my hubby, looking assiduously away from them. I’d recognised one of the dancing drummers, indigenous of mixed ancestry, and an artist -so, not unlike…

Seeking Names

This grows in my garden: As you can see, the stalks grow 8 feet tall, and taller, with multiple little heads that clearly show this plant belongs to the sunflower family. This is what we eat from this plant: You might know this plant as Jerusalem Artichoke, or Sunroot, or Sunchoke. You might, if you’re…

A Rant for Rick Mercer: The Problem With Gord Downie

Hey, Rick, Been listening in on your rants for years, as we all do. Now I’ve got one for you, coming from a place of Cantankerous Love, on the problem with Gord Downie. The problem isn’t Gord Downie. He’s doing something brave, meaningful and relevant with his last remaining days among us. That is laudable….

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…