Congratulations to the Young Indigenous Women’s Utopia (second gen), based in Saskatoon, on today’s hometown launch of Kîyânaw Ocêpihk. This is a gorgeous collection of stories from the smartest and bravest people I know. Here’s my foreword to the Young Indigenous Women’s Utopia collection, Kîyânaw Ocêpihk. Toronto & MTL launch info coming soon! If you're… Continue reading Young Indigenous Women’s Utopia 2.0
Reflections on Quill Christie-Peters' spilling out, spilling over (2021)Displayed at the University of Saskatchewan College Art Galleries January 14 - April 22, 2022 Quill Violet Christie-Peters, Desire spilling over body and time, N.D., acrylic on canvas. Courtesy of the artist. At first glance, the style of Quill Christie-Peters' paintings appears steeped in the traditions of… Continue reading Reflections on Quill Christie-Peters’ “spilling out, spilling over”
Today - February 9, 2022 - marks four years since the colonial court acquittal of Gerald Stanley for the killing of Colten Boushie. Still, few of my days pass without Colten and his family coming to my mind, and I know the same is true for many of our relatives on the prairies and beyond.… Continue reading In memory of Colten Boushie, toward Indigenous liberation in our lifetime
Bring me flowers whiles I’m livin’ /Then don’t bring them when I am dead - Peetie Wheatstraw, “Bring Me Flowers While I’m Living” (1941) "They didn't have one, but I wanted a red dress for tonight," Olivia added. "I wanted fire. I wanted blood." "You need a man," Elsie said. "Correct," Olivia said, tilting forward… Continue reading Red Dress Special: An Indigenous Love Poem for Valentine’s Day and Every Day
"I'm Plains Cree, or Nêhiyaw, and I started doing research and learning about the traditional face paint that warriors would have worn and the beautification traditions of my people and I thought, this is my war paint."
Content Warning: attempted sexual assault; Indigenous Feminist anger that cuts like the lead riff in “The Trooper” My optimism wears moccasins and is loud. My optimism sometimes wears moccasins and is always loud. As a Nehiyaw girl growing up in a small prairie city in Canada, I got into punk, hard rock, and metal music… Continue reading My Optimism Wears Moccasins and is Loud: On Paris, Heavy Metal, and Chasing Freedom