Theme: Poetry

Still Wild

BY Kristine Power

Your eyes:

bird dark,

the lights of the city,

civilized dots on the horizon

kept calling like a nagging friend

through the corner window.

Letter to Joey Smallwood

BY Shannon Webb-Campbell

Dear Joey: I’m still here and mixed

Mi’kmaq after all these years
You’re long dead, yet

Confederation couldn’t stop

Newfoundland’s ongoing

colonial violence.

You continued so unapologetically,

telling Ottawa there are no red Indians–