Victoria Day just passed, thinking about Queens, Empresses, fashion. Those dresses and notions that decent women’s legs could not be seen. Ripples of that time, that empire, still eddy around the world. Researching my next novel. Watching fashion historian Karolina Zebrowska’s videos, and found a comment that led me to this article. Who knew? French…
Tag: politics
the ladies say
in yourself centre and honour the artist woman, mother, other then you’ll know how to ask others to do so then you’ll know what can be asked, and what must be commanded. With gratitude to the beauty of JR,HW,FD,HG.
Death Tango for Three: the Podcast
Last winter, Argentinian born poet and art historian Luciana Erregue-Sacchi invited two writers – myself and the fabulous Nermeen Youssef – to join her on a quest, to encounter, perform and respond to Paul Célan’s masterpiece, the Todesfuge/Death Tango. Over the course of an incredible night, we shared our hearts and minds, resonating like bells…
Edge
breech position, spiked fingers strike ice, toes point leg and shoulder pull thru curve women on blades, cutting to ribbons old narratives of princess and maid these are rocketeers, pledged to the swiftest line down twisting paths, but weighted each one the same, a fixed mass given equal opportunity, one by one they fly. …
Unfettered: Good Night,Good Luck
This essay was written in 2016, when the Edmonton Journal cut its staff so severely, part of the Postmedia move to ‘consolidate’ newsrooms across the land. I didn’t publish it then; an acquaintance who works in journalism pointed out that it was a raw moment for everyone ‘in the field’ and not the time for…
Tool Of God
Originally posted on Prairiepomes:
? 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…
Toes for God
God loves each of us as if there were only one of us. – St. Augustine If not for my Mom, God might have taken my toes, along with my horse and my money. I was the third of six, middle daughter, youngest of the ‘big kids.’ Sometimes I felt a bit invisible to Mom….
Roots and Futures
The future starts today, not tomorrow. – Pope John Paul II The future starts yesterday, in actions and dreams we are not party to, which prepared the ground of today. We step into the future carrying our pasts, and all they taught us, the strengths and the scars of them, the wisdom and the folly,…
Blessed Are They
Christmas is joy, an inner joy of light and peace. – Pope Francis If there were one gift I’d have given my Mom, aside from the A-frame house she always thought would be wonderful, it would have been a chance to meet her Pope. Her pope was John Paul II, the Polish pope. Or maybe…
Light Emitting: of Evangelists and LEDs
His life brought light to everyone. – John 1:4* Who is the everyone in this grand statement? Philosophers, evangelists, the faithful and apologists have driven their camels of thought through the eye of that needle for many hundreds of years, down generations, as the church’s fortunes ebb and flow, with tides of temporal influence. when…
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…
For the Light Returning: How Not to Freeze
Free Tibet! bang bang Free Tibet! Their voices and their drums shimmered through the frosty air. They danced past the doors of the Strathcona Farmers’ Market, and i hustled in after my hubby, looking assiduously away from them. I’d recognised one of the dancing drummers, indigenous of mixed ancestry, and an artist -so, not unlike…
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