2015: by the Light Given

2015 it’s a day in may we watch the election turn our province map orange on screen, tuned to cbc radio for the call. i feel at home for the first time, and for a long time knowing that this would have been worth living for dad, to see your grand daughter following the flow…

Day 14: Politics and the Hardware Store

nobody knows anyone our secret power lines and the larger lines underwriting over-arching, architecture of the power mad. the young women warriors yell at me, not knowing i’ve been yelled at all my life and i see it passing by. i was young when people hid native ancestry and my family refused that. it was…

Day 6:That We Are Home

That we are always home that it is always sacred ground that what we do is nature’s way for humans we need not run into the hills as ants and termites make their cities we, too, dwell together. there is an urban ant network along the south coast of spain for 4000 kilometers, i read…

New Leaders in a Very Old Town

Tonight, we have a new mayor in Edmonton. And i’m so happy, not least because he has thrice made reference to Indigenous roots. He had himself introduced by a volunteer from Treaty 6. He said, as if we all have long known and accepted this, “Edmonton is a very old place.” And he named honouring…