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…

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…

1989: Image and Reality

it’s 1989 i’ve become accustomed to the song of cicadas in the patio the nightly drop of avocados morning’s race to get my share before pirate rats taste them all; accustomed to flipping fruit to find toothmarks in the hide and never a glimpse of fur or tail.   i’ve grown used to the softness…

1988: Para Empezar

it was 1988 the morning after a thunderstorm that washed part of the mountainside down i caught my first sight of Ajijic. my plane arrived late, and the first i knew of Mexico was rich tropical air, and then, the white-painted waists of roadside trees in the heavy, sub-tropical night. i woke in a room…

1987: Harmonics

it was 1987, and my creative writing class had created for me a community, stevie and mokina; outside the academy’s walls, we’d drink tea cheap beer, potato skins, and we’d walk stevie and i, we would sometimes sing together but we couldn’t harmonise. it was as if we were designed in different keys. he lived…