1993: To Serve the Healing

it’s 1993 and there is nothing i can think of that matters more than to serve the gods of healing. i take a course sufficient for licensing, but it is in practice that the nature of the illness is revealed. my work is in line with long history of healing through touch. and this is…

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…

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 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…

All My Relations, Bird Style

Well, what do you know? I’m not a monkey’s uncle, but i am a magpie’s aunty. There i was gardening, and a magpie alit and began haranguing I ignored the noise, figuring it was commentary upon our lordly grey cat, sunning his royalness there on the deck. Slowly, though,  i realised the bird was serious…

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,…