Birthday Poem, 2015 by Marc Beaudin A gray morning of crows & trees tapping the window with a crimson bud like a thimble on each finger, playing horse Then a robin churrips unseen sounding like every spring morning of childhood … Continue reading →
I gratefully acknowledge that I was born in Mishi-Anishinaabaki, a lake-bound paradise belonging to the Anishinaabe People. I now live on Apsáalooke land. Honor and respect to all First Nations. Miigwetch and Ahóoh.