Dearest Nana, My Chateau is warm today With the shining summer sun Just in time For The Poetry Month! So I write to you this letter To introduce Epistolary Poetry And ask if you will Write back to me too! And also to say that…

There they are again, bearing flowers setting up beneath my window asking for me to play when whimsy will not move me busy climbing my own mountain and looking for something farther away   Where there is love, there is a road   The moment…

It’s been a decade since I’ve last heard the mystery of faith. How I knew the kindness of true religion, words of wisdom passed down from a man that knew God as a father, a friend, whose voice was stronger still even when cancer tried…

Hour 1 For Vicki Kelly, Anishinaabe/Metis scholar and my dear teacher and friend: Vicki she sat across the table from me in silence until her mouth opened from the centre of the centre to release words I only dreamed to hear: Go back to the…

On the small-screen a younger hero, saves the dowager from distress and dereliction. How unwedded is reality from fiction,poor decision, unspoken requests, misunderstood, misinterpretations. And a wasting of opportunities to be that hero, as you wasted and bed-sored, broke bones and were abhorred. A family that cannot…

fathered in mystery born from a need a want a hunger to create develop an idea from an enigma crack the egg nurture and nudge until it lays full born in it aerie a fledgling in its nest ready to fly into the world then…

It’s been a long time A decade at least We failed our friendship Again I think about you, wonder But always cautiously Never willing to reach out Never able to forgive Our path together was always divergent Always caught up in egos and prejudices I…

Dear Granmom, You had seven children, my mom was the last And many foster children came through. You were of hardy German stock, the clans rock Without you, what would they do? When I was born we lived with you My mother and my own…

It is eleven o’clock and I’m writing this to say that I am struggling today, here without you. You have missed so many major moments: the first African-American President, the last Space Shuttle launch, my wedding, your granddaughter and so much more. It’s hard for…

Recipe for Liberation Oppression Knowledge Resilience Compassionate Action Justice Be born  Black and whole see that you were never meant to be a citizen* Know that you are human And whole and holy Like every bright and shining thing on this planet Living and inanimate…