I was asked to go be the master/mistress of ceremonies for a community event in Bkejwanong. I’m kind of new to the whole self-booking and making all the travel and lodging arrangements myself? Thanks to the big move on reconciliation and a new flock of Grey Owls, I usually just let whichever colonial agent do […]Read more "A Funny Native"
The Griefy Train All aboard the Griefy Train! Pardon? You didn’t know you were invited? Well a lot of the passengers on board the griefy train didn’t know they had tickets either. We just find ourselves on a long ride full of crowded carriages, dark spaces, parties with the living, tearful reunions, sad reflections, and […]Read more "The Griefy Train"
If you are thinking this piece is going going to be lighthearted and funny and also very sad and painful, then you got yourself a bingo my friend. My dad was my biggest fan. He really should of have been my agent. The first time I visited him at the nursing home, he asked if […]Read more "Dad Conversations"
I wrote this piece a day after the Tina Fontaine verdict was delivered. I wasn’t going to post it but I need to share how I was feeling emotions can be so raw. I was so angry. I still am. But after attending a memorial after writing this piece, I realized I need to channel […]Read more "Oh Cantada"
Teddy Syrette (Ozhawa Anaung Kwe/Yellow Star Woman) is a 2-Spirit Anishnabek person from Rankin Reserve of Batchewana First Nation. They write poetry, short stories, and works of non-fiction. The non-fiction pieces of work include Facebook Statuses, tweets and their income taxes of 2014 and 2008, respectively. They are currently published in a couple of anthologies, […]Read more "200 Words or Less"
Do you ever find yourself surrounded by strangers and think, “what if, in a moment from now, is the beginning of the end of the world; and this is who you’re stuck with: STRANGERS.” You don’t know who they are, what they are planning or if they are plotting against you. I’m Native, so […]Read more "PLACES"
My dreams have been of violence. But on a massive landscape. Empty streets. Followed by paths of destruction and horror. What’s odd is the soft smell of smoke in the air and of the taste of copper in my mouth. But my dreams do not cause these manifestations, to trick my body, into thinking […]Read more "Don’t Chase My Dreams"