Scythian horsemen, Napoleonic raids
In recent summers it has rained more than ever before in the elders' collective memory. It rains noticeably more - heavier rains of...
The Scales Project
The Scales Project is the brainchild of Ottawa-based writer and editor Bethany Gibson. In Bethany's words, the project is a conversation...
Ode to the Iglu
In late November, 2012, it was a Wednesday, my dear old friend Louie Kamookak spent a twilit afternoon outside his cabin helping me to...
What Dog?
It was my first winter in the Arctic when, one night in a storm, I heard the sound of a crying puppy. I found the thing outside an...
Winter, Spring
It's been three months since I've written here. A lot has happened. After completing a weeklong tidy-up of the first draft of my novel in...
The End
Hello all, So my aim was to complete the first draft of the novel by the end of January. I'm a week behind. All the same, I'm done. I'm...
Windsock
I had planned to write at least a few hours every day over the holidays, but was derailed by the drink. Mostly the every-morning coffees...
Second Moon of Ukiaq
Like the restricted purview of a parka’s hood, the night bleeds in darkly upon the palindromic edges of the day.
Unamáki
On a Sunday afternoon in Toronto, Hanna left her brother's wake. Confused, she wandered up Bleecker Street, until she came upon an idling...
Tent Rings
These distinctive stone rings are scattered all across the Inuit lands. There are thousands upon thousands. Each one once anchored a skin...
