There is a Doctor, an Elder in our community well into his 90s, and he’s been a very busy gent over the last few months. My parents told me to go and check out the hill near our house, so I headed out, descending down the familiar slope. I was trying not to slip into prickly wild roses, … More Guerilla gardening, to brighten your day!
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Earlier this month I had the privilege of seeing Gord Downie and the Tragically Hip perform one last show in my hometown. Something has come full circle. In 2008, my friend Amelia and I were at Fort Calgary for the Virgin Music Festival. Headlining was the Tragically Hip, so I got two tickets as an … More Thank you, Gord Downie & the Tragically Hip
This post feels more like a personal journal entry, but if anything I hope it helps someone understand their emotions more intimately, and offers up a better way to deal with them. In short, I received some upsetting news about a friend yesterday, and wanted to go as far from view as I could to … More Not In Our Backyard
Being back in the Gwaii, I get to indulge my love of a very specific type of porn. No, you misguided children of the internet; this ‘compulsive interest‘ has nothing to do with the objectification of sex, or the construction of lonesome realities, but is instead a fascination with material abandonment. The history here is rich. … More Once Was, Will Again
Having driven for 3 days, through mountain passes and prismatic autumn forests, sleeping in the beloved adventure van, and then boarding the Northern Expedition for a 7 hour cruise across the Hecate Strait, I’ve finally arrived in the place that has dominated my consciousness for the last year and a half. Anyone who knows me … More A Long-Awaited Return to Haida Gwaii
Third eyelid falls heavy, it’s easy to close, in afternoon shadows, curled up to write prose. So what if I sleep? Is that how I feel? Like everything’s nothing, and nothing is real. Write what I mean? How about mean what I write? The world has turned backwards, and no one’s contrite. It’s two things at … More So What if I Sleep?
