August 30, 2016 Paul A. Eng Deni “Don’t call me sick! Who is sick? You are the sick one.” She flung her hand down in a swoop. It was a snowy January evening a week after her 75th birthday. She had cleaned off…
By: Richard Trus What do we hear when we hear the wind The door closed, the world left outside then came the wind. For twenty two days the only sound was the wind. Snow piled to the eve’s of the cabin carried…
By: Phyllis McKenna This story is a reflection of me on a small part of my healing journey. A simple Anishnawbe/Irish kwe (woman) that has had a long battle with mental health issues and how chi (big) changes are needed in order to be reborn.…
By: Nicole Servant “Of course I’ll wait for you, my dear-I would wait a thousand years for you,” were the last comforting words that I heard from my birth mother whom I located on “Facebook”. I actually became reunited with my real mother…
By: Michael Koo Photo: source I am from the fires Of Jane and Finch From the mist of wet concrete And urine I am from a sex soaked bed From whip and a wail From castration to salvation From the shores of…