August 30, 2010

"Rabbit Proof Fence"

I just finished watching "Rabbit Proof Fence" and I highly recommend it. It's a true story about three aboriginal children who were taken from their home and taken to an internment camp where they were to learn to be domestic workers. They eventually escape and walk 1500 miles in the Australian outback to get back to their home. To read more about the film and the story of Molly, Daisie, and Gracie please follow the link below:

Rabbit Proof Fence

August 20, 2010

Millbrook Pow Wow

Another great pow wow in at Millbrook First Nation. Wearing my shawl, I lead the Coady participants into the dancing circle during the grand entry. It was very hot so I only danced the first dance. For the rest of the pow wow I took in all the sights, dancing, drumming, and crafts. I purchased a new pair of earrings and a bracelet, as well as sweet grass which is now hanging in my home.

At the pow wow, I spoke to one of the keepers of the sacred fire. I asked about my eagle feather which was given to me a few years ago. He told me to bring it out to pow wows so it can feed of the energy of the drums and singing and dancing. And, so I decorated my eagle feather with lacings and beads and it's now ready to join me at the next pow wow I attend.

July 16, 2010

Good News

I am very pleased to announce that I have won 3rd place in the 2009 Canadian Poetry Association Contest for my poem "Thirty Years of Silence". This has been published in the current issue of "Poemata"


"Thirty Years of Silence"
By Lola Corkum

A long overdue conversation
But wasn't ready 'til now.

Eight or so, but I remember that evening.
Warm, with the usual smells of the wharf,
salt, fish ropes, Grampie and I watched.

You on the deck of "The Wave" as it slipped out
on the flat, calm harbour. Knew even then
one day the sea would take you away forever.

Fourteen when you left for the last time. Long,
cold winter while you stay in your watery hiding
place. You decided to come home in the spring.

Never got to see you in the end. Only a
blue box at the front of the church. Headstone
carved to represent waves. Hope you liked it.

Mom talked alot about you after the funeral.
Wish she hadn't. Some stories are best left
untold.  A fine line between love and hate.

Time to go. Let the ghosts slip away like
a boat sailing out to sea to find its reward.