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"
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 Dress is Political. It empowers me and inspires others to follow suit. Maybe. My dress doesn’t give you permission to treat me differently. Especially in your businesses and shops. But I will kindly tell you why I wear this dress. I’ve earned my money wearing my dress. And I kept my dress on while […]Read more "My Dress is Political"
Different kinds of ways to cope. Trying not to lose all hope. My pen holds my truth and notes. Poems and work and useful quotes. I lost two notebooks. Trying to deal with losing tools of my muse. That harbor my thoughts. My healing. Carrying words that I wrote about them. Carrying not in my […]Read more "The Loss of Self Care"
Count Down – September 3, 2014 The clock ticks and time talks As this teeny tiny person hears a tingling twinkle The twinkle remembered as a child challenges classmates like a game of chess The teeny tiny person began having marvelous mind mingling moments to themselves Tantalizing thoughts of teeny tiny persons who were similar […]Read more "Count Down"
Don’t you hate it when that happens? Looking for a lighter, to light up some candles and I was at a loss. None were around. And those that were present, were no longer in working order. As the search moved to the bedroom, I scavenged through discarded jeans, in search of a source of controlled […]Read more "Where’s My Lighter?"