Creation

they say, star woman fell down here because she was curious they say, the star sisters still watch us they say, when star woman fell it was a humble one who gave all he had to reach enough earth for her landing they say, the humble ones still watch us they say, the turtle carries…

Kyrie Eleison: Good Friday, Anno Domini 2017

Today, I am baking bread with young women of my community. We commit the same act of prayer and connection, exploration and discovery that women, and men, have wrought through long generations. This is living veneration, asking the grain to submit, to transform, to rise renewed as the staff of life. Kyrie Eleison there are…

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…

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…

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

1990:To Write My Own Song

it’s 1990 and i’m back at university this is the year i will join the chorus but before that, a song   i write a song, for a little theatre show when the actors start singing flood, through a little-used channel joy of the music rolls me right out the door   in a dingy…

1985

It was 1985, and the world was new, blah blah blah we’ve been over this before, in a thousand poems since my father died. but did i tell you? i was in the bathroom when they came for us and so, came back to the waiting room to find them gone, had to find mom…

Tawatinâ Bridge Song

Recently, i was asked to present poetry at a workshop for the shortlisted artists in line for a major city commission – art for the Tawatinâ* Bridge, which will bring a new LRT line across our river and down through the Millwoods community. If you know Edmonton, you know how big this connection is; if you…

Fire Moon: Waiting for the Tide

listening to the radio, a mother telling of her son, calling the sun a fire moon. she speaks of driving through the burned city, where there were glowing trees that were coals themselves, still standing. our home is listed among havens for the homeless, and now we await the slowly gathering tide of people. many…

May 2: What if I Go Singing?

I live in an elm cathedral, where i live there is room for birds. Lady bees bustle rummage sale in the shrubberies all May long. Here, too, the song. I know what i must do, every day lift up the song, the old song, let it be heard here in these streets, let this cathedral…

Day 30: Because Blossoms

did i mention i came to the city suspicious? after all every indian of a certain age (yes, indian, to frame this) knows that cities eat indians. of course, there’s the trick. i am anishinabekwe, lnuskw also, and polish by matrilineage. i came looking for some fabled southland that sang to me in dreams all…

Day 29: Spiritual Dissonance

is this cognitive dissonance? listening to Elder recount the ancient agreements, while reading the bombing of another Medecins Sans Frontiers hospital. is this even possible? Elder, to gather our teachings to gather back to our clear and gentle roots to be curious, creative, kind, and stand against the tide of plain, cowardly evil. to live, and…