They say there was a time when the weather was always good and no one got sick. Animals were strong and plentiful. Was it so because they believed it? They say white man’s magic is stronger than Inuit magic. They say the animals no longer have power. They say the shamans have gone, have spirit
To my exes and estranged, yet to budge from a grudge – to those who are absent to those who resent, to those who are distant with distaste: I would like to invite you to tea forty years from now when we are old, wrinkled and wringed out by the world by those things that
(for MT) You teased, when we were girls, That my love of books and daily mass Over boys meant that I must Like girls. And I despaired for my baby soul For a week; Begged my bemused pastor For forgiveness; Tried holy water to rinse The wrongness away, Til I begrudged you The joke. Someone,
https://youtu.be/DAP59RPZoMg *Shorter version: https://youtu.be/iZ1Q9J4EBIw *Written in honour of the many children who never returned home from residential schools in Canada. “it was the land” by pj johnson Poet Laureate of the Yukon. it was the land no one knew the evil men could do behind closed doors no one spoke of it no one said
Look It Up They were always there the rumors, the stories Look it up Hundreds, no Thousands of children choices expunged, futures erased Look it up thousands of children who never came home dying alone and afraid at the hands of their protectors The ones who came to save their souls Look it up They
I Won’t Tell You Where This Place Is You’re on the logging road, extracting here from where. The dump’s a steam table for the bears, all-inclusive heads below the sneeze guards. The snowploughs are berthed in the works department yard, overgrown monkey bars hard by are a tetanus factory. Here a field with wooden crosses
Prayer for a Friend Lost to QAnon your rage, it reverberates beyond what the human ear, the living earth herself can safely process, or mend. you must let your own ears find again even the softest chord resounding the planetary heartbeat – 7.83 hertz. let these words stifle the shouts of: save the (fictional) children
Digital Revenge The passwords of my Bank accounts shall get buried with me & no skeletons will remain. My self-centered children might guess the names of my dream girl (Deepika Padukone) & childhood crush (Martina Hingis) but will never be able to know about my special character. They shall keep sending pleas to heaven but
The Darkness as Night Whisperer I wouldn’t turn on the light, The darkness said, there’s no need. I’ll overwhelm you, I’ll keep you guessing, That’s just the way I work. Each day in the dark Is a death. In the course Of your life, you’ll die Many deaths. You might As well give up now
The ladder The head mason of the demolition squad shouted the labours to look for the bamboo ladder a tall one about 10 feet The sprawling centuries old mansion needed dozens of ladders but the team had been managing with only one which went missing The workers felled some casuarinas and made a make shift