It’s my very great privilege to have been asked to curate, host and take part in a reading on May 28th, featuring new and unpublished works from three amazing Indigenous writing colleagues who inherit and live part of the breadth and richness of Indigenous heritage across Canada.. Rita Bouvier is a Métis writer and educator. Her…
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On American Thanksgiving Day
As an Indigenous person (albeit in Canada, where we celebrate Thanksgiving in October), I hold that holiday to be an occasion of potentiality. I consider, on that day, the vision of my Indigenous ancestors, who welcomed newcomers, taught them to survive, and (contrary to the propaganda) hosted the table and laid the feast, offering of the…
For World Theatre Day: The Great Winfield Chicken Coop Disaster
https://alllitup.ca/Blog/2021/The-Great-Winfield-Chicken-Coop-Disaster Thrilled to have this little story published on All Lit Up. Names changed to protect the sensitive (if not innocent).
June 1: Thank You, Readers
Every day, my site dashboard tells me, prairiepomes.com is visited by people around the world. Thank you for reading my work. Thank you for your kind comments. How odd it is to consider that blogging, in the scant 12 years I’ve been doing it, has become ‘old-fashioned,’ eclipsed by speedier, more ‘interactive’ platforms. Nonetheless, the…
Day 3: Confession Dare
I ate the Dare cookies. I ate the whole bag. I ate all, at one go. Okay? Say why? No, I can’t. Childhood lack? No, in fact my mother baked shortbread to call angels earthward. Assign it affluenza, then if you insist influence applies. Or reckon it rebellion. Whatever. I confess. I had the best…
Day 2: San Antonio Tlayacapán, In the Pocket
In this pocket weighing in pebble by pebble mountains of consequence my passport in that pocket of expat artifice American dollars translate to big houses high walls with shanties built into their pockets poverty that never knocks at carved doors, iron gates shoulder pushed against shoulder on cobbled streets in the same slight tide as…
30/30 2020 – Day 1: Self Portrait Waiting
Day 1: Waiting by the wall for my name or to dissolve before i’m the last one left there unchosen in the dark for my cue and the light in which to change on the line for the news at two a.m. ‘you seemed to know already’ by the window for blue arch to bring…
Notions 2: Love, as Elemental
of all the gifts given in silence, love proves most mutable perhaps love is water those who ascribe to it fire have to own, love takes air, dizzyingly but say love is earth both clay and vessel made and shattered ground down to powder renewed by water, air and fire and its own sweet irrepressible,…
notions 1: bird song
crows, gulls, and those little guys who fly so fast crank and marfle on about topics well outside boxes, wheelhouses, bailiwicks my languages stake out; they might be talking about territory, it’s the one thing we are sure they do; over my head, some sort of fellow with a voice like a movie sound-effect –…
There is an Onion: Sound Recording1
A first sketch… stand by for the rerecording. There is An Onion by the Stove There is an onion by the stove brown-papered, seeming unconcerned smug, really, if you come to think of its audacious round bum at rest Audacious, to just sit there, by the stove so near the fire, so nonchalant and calm…
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