Poetry
Dream Sonnet 3: Mother, Crater Lake
She contemplates her mirror-self, dead still / the afternoon air. No grasshoppers sing. / Lake limpid, a bowl of blue glass, a womb / too cold to swim. Volcano collapsed. / On...
reality wayfarers
you know the story / how the narrative shifts / anticipates departure / like sealing wax / or the broken logic of punishment / / the last train gone past /...
On the Cusp of Spring
It’s been years now since you drifted / into the silence years since you dug / a bed in the snow for us / since we lay down your tail over your...
grace period
noon / open eyes / skin parallel to / trembling spine / pillow awash in nightmare & /...
Mirage in the Mire
Baptism in the river will be followed by a wet t-shirt contest. I walk a hot trail of dried peach stones. It is 33 degrees Celsius. I envy the church group standing...
Half-Macedonian
Here’s the Eastern Orthodox Church, Community Centre / and Rec Hall. Your mom ate here / in the days before cable, / in nettles of rayon, at her cousins’ weddings. / ...
it is good this
to see the young join hands that are wrinkled / and have seen many winters / it is good this / to see our Metis kin / join hands in unity /...
Gaagi Biingwe
The small steps, overlooked / Like they were made from / Paper silences / Our screaming / The brick walls / Silty at the edge of our / Footmarkings / When-we-sang-the-trees-bent-over-praying /...
a new year’s eve
1 / / my people are dancing / on Portage and Main / just like they danced there / 500 years ago / / elders starve for words / settlers...