I was born “into the world” speaking the Cree-Michif of my home community of Île-à-la-Crosse. I heard sounds and mimicking them I learned words had power to connect me with a world outside of myself, human and otherwise

If the heart could speak, it would speak poetry. If the soul could speak, it would speak poetry.

Poets have the chance to build a conversation in writing, a means of exploring what writing can be through ongoing discourse and the creation of opportunity.

As a Kwantlen man, father, fisherman, poet and playwright I believe the gift of words was given to me so I can retell all of our stories either upon stage or in in a book of poetry or in our longhouses on a cold winter’s night.

I feel like the poems—even when they remember, forget, and imagine elsewhere or elsetime—encounter place as layers of memory: arrivals, departures, resistances, transformations.

Molly blends epistolary, confessional, lyric, and prose forms, especially favouring the poetic statement and contemporary plainspeak. Her use of humour and sharp thematic and formal turns act as vehicles to empathy and comprehension.

Entering Sappho is an engage-ment with desperate, indulgent, and condescending nostalgia. It documents a wish for this special kind of small-town life.

Sometimes when I wash the dishes, I am seized by the notion that I can attain some kind of transcendent absolute, will have brushed my scrubby against a joyful, radiant beauty if I can just clean every speck, every burnt skirmish from the surface of the pots and pans.

Poetry for me is the literary form closest to living, to breathing. Poems may arise directly from dreams, revery, witnessing: all we need do is articulate the moment, and others may enter in, share the experience.

I came to poetry as an Africadian (African-Nova Scotian) kid trying to write songs. In fact, it was July 1, 1975, when I decided to write four songs per day…