Stage? Right.

Alone in the middle of a dark stage, our night’s starlet looks out over a quiet crowd of empty seats, listening to the faint echo of future cheers. Every night’s show will begin with her, there, dramatically poised against rows of wooden beams and branches centre-stage, these meant to look like trees and buildings andContinue reading “Stage? Right.”

“In Spite of Discomfort”: A Consideration of Allyship on Treaty Six Territory with Keighlagh Donovan

Join Local Edmonton scholar Keighlagh Donovan (she/ her) as she sits down with #wordsofhers to talk about her evolving view of allyship. Constantly abetted by literary discovery and a litany of quotes that will have you pondering long after the read is over, this interview will leave you with a list of texts you should get your hands on, and an open mind knowing that allyship isn’t always as easy as saying ‘I’m an Ally’.

Community First, Movement Second: A Short Bio of Harsha Walia

“…the most important feature of powerful social movements, is an affirmation of community.” – From “Young, Brown and Proud: Personal purpose and political activism” by Harsha Walia Connection requires a crossing of boundaries. It requires seeing one thing in another without disturbance of difference: that old mean thing still snipping at the threads we THE PEOPLEContinue reading “Community First, Movement Second: A Short Bio of Harsha Walia”

A Giving Voice: Short Biography of Deanna Reder

A Giving Voice (n):  A person who hands themselves over in the service of revealing truth; who gives­ even their voice in making sure the untold is spoken.  — Here in Canada, many still shy away from the basic truth of our colonial history: that European settlers erased the voices of entire populations already living here, stifling theContinue reading “A Giving Voice: Short Biography of Deanna Reder”

Lemon

At first there’s no warmth. Only the hot black pain of frostbite. Then like a shock, the blankness ends again and I feel my skin start to thaw, my blood slowly pulsing through veins that had almost forgotten how to push it.  The thought echoes through me as I pull past the glue of long-closedContinue reading “Lemon”