Day 24: River of Fire

In 1984, in the dark, on the backroad up from Emerson Trail, if you need to know exactly, we saw fire in the sky. my brother and i U2 hammering a yowl about A Sort of Homecoming i saw the coming time, when i would finally go around that big bend in the highway and fly out…

Day 21: Rain

i don’t cry for celebrities. they don’t know me. i don’t know them. i don’t want autographs. pay tribute by raising my own voice, however limited. but prince. rampant, pure fire. burn better and brighter grow deeper, higher, brighter if your work did its work. i didn’t know you. you didn’t know me. but there…

Day 15: Hey Margaret

  it is okay to say you were too busy writing oryx and crake to point at the indigenous connections there it is okay if you were too busy addressing feminism to consider how it is no accident that it arose here, where we have always had agency and where the initial arrivals from europe…

Looking for Us: Adventures in Reconciling Edmonton

This summer, i was invited to be part of a great project, with a great team of women. Reconciling Edmonton, proposed by Historian Laureate Danielle Metcalfe-Chenail, brought together 2 Aboriginal women – myself and Miranda Jimmy – and 2 ‘Settler’ women – Danielle, and Artist-in-Residence for the Office of the City Clerk,  Jennie Vegt. Our mission:…

Remembrance: A Day of Questions

This Remembrance Day, as ever, i think about my father, and the lessons he taught in his life, things i continue to ponder now that i’m a parent. What will my life teach my child? As i sat in her school gym listening to the little kids reciting In Flanders Fields, while above them hung…

Because We Are Human

The wind danced with us, the sky offered a stern and vigilant grey face. I walked downtown along 97th (Namao/LaMeiYu as it may yet be renamed), buckled tight into coat and boots, and braced for this grim event. Today, i joined the nationwide protests against the egregious acquittal of the man who murdered Cindy Gladue….

Tool Of God

  It has been a long, dark winter. Today marks four years since the tsunami that devastated Tohoku, with its continuing legacy of nuclear refugees, radiation leaking into the sea, untold ramifications to come to us all. I pray that those who are responsible to act directly upon Fukushima have been doing so with integrity,…

Toller Cranston Flies Away

Woke up to news that Toller Cranston has left this world, suddenly, unexpectedly. Indeed, Toller was a champion; flamboyantly artistic, magnificently weird and out there. I remember his Russian split jumps, nobody could Russian split jump like Toller. And we loved him, even as we sat there in the flickering winter dark slightly weirded out…

Martha Plus 100: thoughts on de-extinction

Well, September 1st was the 100th anniversary of the death of the last known Passenger Pigeon. I was in Toronto in June, recording live poetry videos with Jorge Antonio Vallejos, aka Black Coffee Poet. I’d learned that Mimico, a modern Toronto area placename, comes from Omiimiikaa, ‘Place of the Wild Dove’ in Ojibwemowin. Jorge mused…

On Black Coffee Poet This Week

A somewhat self-serving shout-out to the mighty Black Coffee Poet blog. It’s my honour to lead off his week of Honouring and Remembering Indigenous Women. Check it out all week long for more great posts on the theme; and i hope you enjoy my labour of love, Washing the World. http://blackcoffeepoet.com/ My apologies in advance,…