Elvis in a bell jar
If the city is a blight, and the suburbs a cancer, then the empty husks of brick and mortar must be the atrophied heart, beating…
February 2011
Winnipeg ghost-fish in winter
Manitoba? it used to be a lake — a sea, nearly, and Winnipeg was a swamp. It teemed with life: fish, mammals, sea monsters. Today,…
What’s my excuse?
We were born here, what’s your excuse? having moved to Winnipeg almost five years ago from my hometown of Dawson Creek, B.C., this is a…
Leave the lettuce alone!
“Please tell the man I didn’t kill anyone, I’m just tryin’ to have me some fun.” — John Prine As you read this, our federal…
Winnipeg, what an experience
What can I say about the city known as the ’Peg. This is what I know: muddy waters, the centre (heart) of this continent, “Winterpeg”…
Our communal backyard
my favourite place in Winnipeg is the stretch of Churchill Drive that runs from the pump house just off of Jubilee Avenue and Cockburn Street…
Music you can count on
yes, winnipeg is tiny, and that sucks for a lot of reasons. I can’t tell you how often I check imaginary text messages to avoid…
White out
May 3rd, 1995, “Black Wednesday.” The day this city’s heart and soul was boxed and sold. The day this city was knocked out cold, colder…
Dear Winnipeg,
I write this letter in hopes to clear the air between you and I. Ever since last summer, there has been an obvious strain on…
Confessions of a transplanted Winnipegger
the lecture notes are unkemptly strung across my dorm room table. My eyes glaze over the content I am supposed to memorize, allowing my mind…