#indigenous
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imaginewe can row a cloudlike a canoeto wherever we wantand white swans follow? our paddles carved from the finest imagination,like river salmon heading out to sea.the rippling skies abundant with laughteras scented winds carry our dreams. in the distancewe see an islanduntouched by adults;a place just for uswhere tears do not exist. all the forgotten…
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My name is Pamiuqit means “dog with no tail”I was born in the tundraa vast nothingnessthat leads to my feet. Only fate can distribute calamityand the tundra is full of it.It rises like snow drifts in winterand sings through blistering windswhen the midnight sun has disappeared. It breaks the very ice you stand oninto pieces…
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I was told as a young childYou can dream of anythingSo, I dreamed I was a blue horsemidnight blue with a touch of whitegracefully strongunafraid of the worldaccepting of the unknownbeautiful essenceassuring eyes. I was told as a studentYou can’t dream anymoreits time to grow uplearn how to be an adultlearn to be practicalunderstand your…
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by Michael Plante PrologueIn 1953 the Canadian Government sent the R.C.M.P. to Inukjuak P.Q. and Pond Inlet, Nunavut to ask residents to be relocated to the Arctic. This was to have Canadian representation in the Arctic during the U.S.A./Soviet Cold War era. They were told that if they didn’t like it after 2 years they…
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by Michael Plante
