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  • A hand holds a ripe red strawberry between thumb and fingers, surrounded by green strawberry leaves. Specks of soil cling to the berry and fingertips, and a few leaves nearby have yellowed and browned.

    Ode'imin: In Defence of the Berry Pickers

    · #personal essay #Indigenous #Métis #Queer #masculinity #botany #berries #linguistics #theology #gift economy #colonialism #history

    On #RezTok, a berry picker is a man who comes home without the moose. On fruity men and Canada's fruit machine, Man the Hunter and the women who hunted anyway, and pemmican, the food made of meat, fat, and berries that the Métis Nation first stood up for at Seven Oaks. On the serviceberry and its many names, saskatoon wood that became arrows, and the Michif word for a little pear. On bananas being berries and strawberries not, a Supreme Court that decided the tomato is a vegetable because of when you eat it, and a Eucharist that was already made of fruit. And on ode'imin, the heart berry: love, emotional truth, healing, forgiveness, the first medicine of spring.

  • Colourized historical photograph of an Indigenous family traveling in a birchbark canoe on a calm lake. A man in a dark hat sits in the stern smoking a pipe, while a woman paddles at the other end. Three young children sit between them near a bundle of belongings, and one child reaches a hand toward the water. A forested shoreline lies in the distance under a pale sky. Handwritten at the top of the photo: ‘Typical Natives’ and ‘Linde’.

    RIVYAYR PIMICÎWAN: We Are Always Somewhere

    · #personal essay #lyric essay #Indigenous #Métis #Two-Spirit #Queer #rights of nature #water #law #ecology #colonialism #identity #history

    On October 11, 1869, nineteen unarmed Métis stopped a Canadian survey crew by standing on its chain, refusing to let a square grid be laid over our river lots. On the Whanganui River, declared a legal person in 2017 after 140 years of Māori struggle; Te Urewera, which owns itself; the Atrato, the Magpie, the Klamath, and wild rice suing the state of Minnesota. On Two-Spirit, a word that arrived in a dream in Winnipeg in 1990, Balboa's dogs, We'wha shaking the president's hand, and a province named for the sound water makes. Liquid has no shape of its own, and bodies can refuse the container. On Shoal Lake 40, acknowledgement, and rewilding ourselves. Both us, in whole, and our land must be sovereign.

  • Le drapeau du Québec, le Fleurdelisé, bleu et blanc orné de quatre fleurs de lys, flotte au vent sur un mât au premier plan. En arrière-plan s'étend une vue aérienne de la ville de Québec en hiver : toits enneigés, architecture patrimoniale en briques rouges, toitures en cuivre vert aux pignons caractéristiques du Vieux-Québec, et la silhouette du centre-ville moderne à l'horizon, sous un ciel bleu parsemé de nuages dorés par la lumière rasante.

    Brenjour, C'est Moi! Sur L'identité

    · 2 comments · #personal essay #Language Learning #Social Commentary #philosophy #queer

    Cet article de blogue est écrit en français. This blog post is written in French. Sur le jeu de mots derrière «Brenjour», l'insécurité linguistique, et l'idée qu'apprendre une nouvelle langue nous donne une nouvelle âme. Sur la recherche en code-switching et en cultural frame switching chez les bilingues, le binaire rigide du genre grammatical en français, le pronom «iel» reconnu par Le Petit Robert en 2021, l'interdiction de l'écriture inclusive par le gouvernement du Québec en septembre 2025, mon apathie face à mon propre genre, le commérage, et la platitude honnête qui émerge quand j'écris dans une langue que je maîtrise mal.

  • Photo by Amador Loureiro on Unsplash

    The Geometry of Writing

    · #personal essay #Mental Health #creativity #Indigenous Writing #queer

    A poetic exploration of writing as sacred geometry, weaving together themes of Indigenous identity, queer experience, mental health, and the revolutionary act of telling our own stories

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