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–
The View From the Bottom
BY Gary Newhook
WHEN SOMEONE SAYS, “Let’s fill in all the potholes,” nobody speaks up for us. Nobody talks about our role in the provincial economy.
Camels in the Newfoundland Desert
BY Susan Sinnott
MELVIN WAS OUT at his crab pots when the first boats came, their guns pointed right at him. Jesus. Pirates in Conception Bay? “Morning,” he says. “Looking for somebody?” “Canada,” says…
Your Greatest Hits (and Misses) Online
BY Ellen Curtis
READING THE GREATEST HITS OF WANDA JAYNES brought me back to 2014 and to all the times since when I have started my morning glued to a horrifying report.
Never Alone: Portraits of Labrador
BY Geoff Goodyear
“The guitar is an Epiphone Nighthawk. Got this one in Toronto when we were out for a soiree. We were playing at the foot of the CN Tower for two weeks…