Poetry
Here is a country. It remembers Chernobyl, the Holodomor, Babyn Yar, dissidents, the light-up red…
Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, You’re not hungry, you’re just bored Fasted for…
How do you disappear a people? Take away their food; it’s simple. Remove them from…
November brings thoughts of closure and completion – sometimes willing and sometimes imposed – as…
Down narrow corridors of the Muskowekwan School for Indigenous Children, we enter the nightmare of…
We think of death as merely the opposite of life and in a fundamental and…
August – named after Roman emperor Augustus Caesar – with its loaded name arrives carrying…
Wolf came to me, once. I thought about Faust. “My perception creates my forest,” said…
