Roast Chicken (recording)

Originally posted on O at the Edges:
? “Roast Chicken” was first published in Kindle Magazine in December 2015, and also appeared in Gossamer: An Anthology of Contemporary World Poetry.  ? Roast Chicken Contemplating the afterlife of birds, I empty the carcass. My wife offers rosemary sprigs, which I stuff into the cavity with whole garlic cloves…

Keep on Dancing

Originally posted on Prairiepomes:
Today, I’m watching this film: Dancing Around the Table My aim was just to show my kid her grandpa, there among the indigenous delegations; but of course, start watching, and it is remarkably clear that, despite what the champions of derivative, tragedy porn works like ‘Secret Path’ would have us believe,…

Coming to Canada: A Gardener’s Meditation, Part 2

Walk Lightly As for my Indigenous paternal family, the roots of connection to land had been seared and cauterized in so many joints. You can see it in the thickened waist, that telltale stress-marker of starvation and trauma, passed down into phenotype. Grandma wore it gloriously, the bear’s body and round face. I have her…

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…

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 2: sun, belatedly

So, having decided to do 30 in 30, i was immediately sidetracked by the sun.  Day 2: Vancouver Sun we are the improbable light of the future. would my father see us that way? his grand daughters on the path ahead of me, hazel and blonde we’ve been here ten days and no rain every…

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:…

Stand By

Nope, haven’t disappeared entirely into the summer’s journeys. Stand by for new essays and poetry about the tour – so wonderful, thanks guys! – and what followed, family reunion complete with funeral, memorial and spiritual bubble blowing. And that guest poet is in the works, too…. very very soon.

Letter from a Friend

This one’s for my good friend Ivan, a poet and a gentleman, who most poetically and politely pointed out that i’d omitted one letter from the Animal Alphabet. Thanks. How’s this? Reputation’s Quetzals may flash long green tails, but the Craft in the Path is a simple brown Quail. best ams

Glory Bee!

I’m not much of a photographer, but when i got to the school garden this morning – i help tend it over the summer – the sun was so glorious, the garden so brilliant, i knew i could not fail. These ladies came along. I feel immensely blessed that somehow, the shots turned out so…