#nature
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Your post card was received yesterdayStir, stop. was written on the back.Nothing else followed but the post mark.Prince Albert, Saskatchewan.I tapped the edge and wondered why?On the front was an old picture of two peopleportaging at Spring Lake. Was the picture on the front suppose to be us?Am I supposed to remember something?I am many…
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You have to have the attitude of a brickin order to bring down the glass ceiling above you.The strength of a madmanand the willingness to fail. How easy it is to point out the failures of yesterday,and how difficult it is to admit our own failures upon inheriting our parent’s success.There is no perfect flower…
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I stand upon the ice fieldlooking out to the horizonthe midnight sun is far behind meyet the darkness remains. Soon the redness of a new dayshall seep onto the canvass of lifesoon the ice will breakand I will be free. The cold seeps deep into my bonesthe night air suspends my breaththe words I form…
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The Canadian Spirit When the diminishing light has finally diedand cold has gripped the landscape;the first star will appearas frost forms upon the window. We Canadians take a breath of winter lifestepping upon fallen snow.The evening star lights our path through sleeping maplesbringing us childhood memories. Skating upon the frozen pondin the heart of a…
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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…
