Skin Like Mine
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Garry Gottfriedson
Garry Gottfriedson, from the Secwepemc Nation (Shuswap), was born, raised and lives in Kamloops, B.C. His published works include five volumes of poetry, as well as nonfiction and children’s fiction. Whiskey Bullets was a finalist for the Anskohk Aboriginal Award, and Skin Like Mine was shortlisted for the Canadian Author’s Literary Award for Poetry. He is an international ambassador for Indigenous writing, with his poetry and other works being anthologized around the world.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Powerful images of both First Nation experience in the tangled world of people and the damaged environment ripple through this book. Gottfriedson tosses stones into the pond of experience and writes about the ripples. In "Ghost Crawler", he writes that inspiration is "a ghost crawler on the fine hairs ofthe body." In the short piece "Secwepemc Moon" (Secwepemc is the Shuswap name for themselves.), Gottfriedson eloquently captures the pain of ending something - "two spirits in the light of night/stare at waves rolling over sand /searching for words to ease tomorrow/ moonstruck.This will be an excellent addition to high school poetry collections.
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Skin Like Mine - Garry Gottfriedson
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Skin like Mine
The Cross for Mary Magdalene and Me
Mary Magdalene never looked so good,
a skin of lilies
a mouth of thorns
a soul reprieved
she lives at the bottom of the cross,
a head-crashing memory
a prayer worthy of love
a heart of spikes
she begged for guidance and forgiveness
as she handed me the hammer
and there was God crying blood
for the both of us
The Crow
black beak opens to
a cawing red tongue
the crow swallows
the sound of wind
leaps into the air
afraid of its own breath tracks
flips its wings
glides south searching
the highway as I pass by
no road kill today
This Drunken Universe
I was born a nightmare
in this drunken universe
I pray for the crack of dawn to break me loose
from junk piles teeming plastic and scrap and waste
I witness landfill cities building skeletons
butting splintered bone chips
I smell graveyards of rotting pollution
steel bones and mutilated appliances
I scope corporate skulls out of control
stuffing my Mother full of defilement
I bellow in a world full of blocked ears
yet tongues are laughing in my medulla
I pull a long face when I see the forests
eaten from the inside out, shudder in disbelief
I whiz to Vancouver to escape decomposing corpses
strewn in the Thompson, Fraser and Columbia Rivers
I find more walking dead skin clinging to bone on East Hastings
fishing in garbage cans, needles in flattened veins
I freeze when our eyes meet
ricocheting off the piss-stench walls
I meander back to the ostentation of Robson Street
darting in and out of wealthy consumers
I seek the refuge of my own kind
sealed to live among the drunkards
in this drunken universe
October Skin
rain-soaked and facing south
my face drops pebbles
autumn dew dampens the dying leaves
life clings desperately on
winter slows change
a time to recall
redman
I am called
there is a graveyard in my throat
disillusion is a boneyard
closer to the sun than we think
our thoughts are silk rivers
written poetically on rice paper
my identity is mistaken Asian
white boys playing dirty politics with our lives
I am rock
wet pebbles and maps of Indians
solid northern light
sweet southern song
October skin
My Grandmothers
my grandmothers purled farewell
paused knowingly at the edge
whispered with luminous satisfaction
to souls waiting for greeting
they had done their work
in the unfettered fields and open spaces
the land where my ancestors’ bones are ground to dust
confidence was reborn
from fleeting echoes spiraling amid the sagebrush and cacti
they had done their work
from the common past retold
through dream-time and oral pass-downs,
the rebirth of recognition
solidified their commitment and mine
they had done their work
for the betterment of future life-givers
my grandmothers cleansed the re-constructed landscape
kept the remains pure
despite the underhanded politicians extorting