You Are Good Medicine
Shane Pointe has all seventeen hundred of us laughing, holding hands and swaying to his indigenous welcome song. He teaches us the word
Shane Pointe has all seventeen hundred of us laughing, holding hands and swaying to his indigenous welcome song. He teaches us the word
The fly landed on his eyeball, but he hadn’t the strength to blink. His eyes were locked on mine, pleading. For him, the
Reflections on the 30th Annual Housing Central Conference We are welcomed by the indigenous and led in worship by them. They beat their drums
The baldies have it in for the seagull. An absolutely frenetic aerial display over False Creek this morning. A hundred other seagulls are cheering their
The Life Cycle of a Poverty Blanket – A poem about poverty riches and the irony of life
A Meandering Discourse on Poverty from Somebody Who Probably Doesn’t Have a Clue