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Cover Image: ndncountry
Artwork by Nyle (Miigizi) Johnston Photograph by Melody Charlie, First Nation Photographer
Fall 2018, Volume 39, No.3
Volume 39, No. 3, Fall 2018
Welcome to ndncountry! This very special issue is a co-produced issue by Prairie Fire & CV2 and features over 50 Indigenous writers from across Canada. Check out new works by Gwen Benaway, Gregory Scofield, Duncan Mercredi, Buffy Ste. Marie, Richard Van Camp, Lisa Bird-Wilson & many, many more!

Table of Contents

Katherena Vermette & Warren Cariou—Introduction: ndncountry and Literary Territories
Connie Fife—Edmonton to Regina
Armand Garnet Ruffo—On the Day the World Begins Again
Anna Marie Sewell—Two Poems
Gregory Scofield—from Daily Meditations
Samantha Marie Nock—mosom
PJ Prudat—Two Poems
Caroline Old Coyote—Water Protectors
Elizabeth Denny—Two Poems
David Groulx—Excerpt from Always a Broken Sleep in the Days I was Known as Papillon
Dallas Hunt—Cree dictionary
Jordxn Pepin—Two Poems
Nathan Adler—At the Avalon
Melanie Lefebvre—Two Poems
Paige Cardinal—Two Poems
Karrie Auger—Sarah
Jessica Johns—The Bull of the Cromdale
Gord Grisenthwaite—Yéyeʔ
Joseph A. Dandurand—Harmony with all of you
D.A. Lockhart—Three Poems
Duncan Mercredi—Thoughts, dreams, musings of an Inninew napew as he journeys through life
Jessie Loyer—Two Poems
Natasha Gauthier—Two Poems
David A. Robertson—dear sister
Aimée Craft—Treaty words—for as long as the rivers flow
Gwen Benaway—Niibii
Tabitha Martens—Two Poems
Maya Cousineau Mollen—Two Poems
Jaimie Isaac & Dr. Julie Nagam—Introduction to INSURGENCE/
Brittany Johnson—Cuttings
Tasha Spillett—Two Poems
Lindsay Nixon—Prayer For My NDN Bb Girls
Tawahum Justin Bige—Two Poems
Douglas Walbourne-Gough—Two Poems
Brad LaRocque—Two Poems
Troy Sebastian—The Best Drums are Made from Dog
Randy Lundy—Two Poems
Rita Bouvier—Two Poems
Waaseyaa’sin Christine Sy—Two Poems
Carl Brave Rock—Powwows In Heaven
Tasha Beeds—Two Poems
Molly Cross-Blanchard—Two Poems
Lesley Belleau—Two Poems
Joanne Arnott—Three Poems
Janet Rogers—Two Poems
Lisa Bird-Wilson—Fenced
Billy-Ray Belcourt—RED UTOPIA
Louise Bernice Halfe—Two Poems
Richard Van Camp—Young Warriors in Love
Jónína Kirton—Two Poems
Tenille K. Campbell—Two Poems
Joshua Whitehead—notes from manitowapow: land as indigiqueer pedagogy
Jana-Rae Yerxa—Overflow
Buffy Sainte-Marie—Two Songs
Aaron Grant—Plastic Shamans, Queer Cowboys, and Great Aunt Pocahontas



Nathan Adler
Duncan Mercredi
Gregory Scofield


Lesley Belleau
Aimee Craft
David Groulx
Jessica Johns
Brittany Johnson
Troy Sebastian


Joanne Arnott
Karrie Auger
Tasha Beeds
Billy Ray Bellcourt
Gwen Benaway
Justin Bige
Lisa Bird – Wilson
Rita Bouvier
Carl Brave Rock
Tenille K Campbell
Paige Cardinal
Molly Cross – Blanchard
Joseph Dandurand
Elizabeth Denny
Connie Fife
Natasha Gautier
Aaron Gran
Gord Gristenthwaite
Louise B Halfe
Dallas Hunt
Jonina Kirton
Brad LaRoque
Melanie Lefebvre
DA Lockhart
Jessie Loyer
Randy Lundy
Tabitha Martens
Maya Mollen
Lindsay Nixon
Samantha Nock
Caroline Old Coyote
Jordyn Pepin
PJ Prudat
David Robertson
Janet Rogers
Armand G Ruffo
Anne Marie Sewell
Tasha Spillet
Buffy Ste. Marie (Songs)
Christine Sy
Richard Van Camp
Douglas Walbourne – Gough
Joshua Whitehead
Jana Rae Yerxa

Fiction Excerpt
Wanishkaa: The Story Hunter’s Lovesong
BY Lesley Belleau

We woke, and he told me that love tastes like raining. Looking at each other, our bodies bare, the memory of our flesh an umbrella over us, his eyes roving over mine, thoughtful. But remember, I whispered, that all depends on how one might see the rain. His stoic thinking paused and he smiled that smile and with the edge of his palm traced the shape of my face. I watched the dimpling that held his cheeks in silence like two guards returning, the crevices that shape his peace, emerge once again. I think that after gimiwan, that the sun’s visit is so much like his smile. I want to tell him that his smile is the sun, but remember that we are talking about the rain, and I make myself quiet once again. I stuff the words back into my spirit, feeling like not wanting to forget my thoughts, but needing to take shape within that place that brings quiescence and thoughtfulness of sounds.
“Well?” I say instead, “How do you see the rain?”

Poetry Excerpt
Prayer for My Ndn Bb Girls
BY Lindsay Nixon

Sing a song for the Indigibabes who make acrylic shine like diamonds, and
$10 mucklucks that they lifted (see also: liberated and repatriated) from
Ardene’s look so good, they might as well have been handed down from the
ancestors. Sing for the girlies who walk through city streets with a stride so
assured of their ownership over urban territories, as if they have the ancestors
backing every single step. For the concrete roses3 who see the beauty in the
grime and grit.

Non-Fiction Excerpt
from Daily Meditations
BY Gregory Scofield

As a little boy who had no connection to his history or culture, his language or stories, his homelands and to the bones of his ancestors buried there, I was given an incredible and life-altering gift. My late Aunty Georgina. Through her I was brought home. I was brought back to my history, my culture, my language, my stories and the lands that held the bones of my ancestors. Through her I (re) learned the sounds of Cree, nêhiyawewin; I (re) learned the stories, âcimowina, that (re) connected me to the land, askiy, my land. I (re) learned the ceremony of nôhkom apihkêsis, Grandmother Spider, and how she connects us to the web of life. I (re) gained what had been taken from my mother, my grandfather. This became my inheritance and the thread that connected me back to nôhkom’s web, back to our beginnings. Back to our teachings, and ultimately back to our hearts, mitêhwînan.