“Like the inside of a coffin,” my father says,/as if knowing the exact shade the dead see

23 December 200922 May 2015 joannemerriam

Read “Burials” (pdf) by Neil Aitken.

Poetry Writing

the political urgency of agitprop

15 August 202615 August 2026 joannemerriam

Titanic sinking with a boat in the foreground full of rescued people

Poetry Writing

he loves me not

11 April 202611 April 2026 joannemerriam

I acknowledge that I live in Mi’kma’ki, the ancestral and unceded territory of the Mi’kmaq nation. This territory is covered by a series of treaties of peace and friendship which recognized Mi’kmaq and Wolastoqiyik (Maliseet) title and established rules for an ongoing relationship between nations. We are all treaty people. The stories of First Nations peoples have been told in Mi'kma'ki for centuries, and I commit to holding space for those stories to be retold. Moreover, as a guest on this land, I affirm that I have a duty to be mindful of my environmental impact and to reflect on and hold colonial systems accountable.

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
		1	2	3	4	5
6	7	8	9	10	11	12
13	14	15	16	17	18	19
20	21	22	23	24	25	26
27	28	29	30	31

“Like the inside of a coffin,” my father says,/as if knowing the exact shade the dead see

Related Posts

the political urgency of agitprop

he loves me not