Shawn L. Bird

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monster fighting December 17, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:25 am
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Green monsters pounding down the street
Shooting fire and roaring their helplessness
Small kindnesses are not always mercies

since they don’t mean there is hope
They meant she didn’t care any more.

Green monsters stomping all over you
You could have been keeping a safe distance
Building armour and a fortness of protection for yourself.
Fortresses keep out monsters.
Now you’re weakened from the attack

But the tools are still there.
Build the protection now.
Better late than never to raise the bricks and the sword
so you can stand up for yourself.

You can defeat the monster.

 

poem- teasing you December 16, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:55 am
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Kitten

batting at a string

that dances just out of reach

planning

pouncing.

She tantalizes,

amused by

your desperate lunges.

She pulls the string

and leaves you grasping

nothing but air

and echoes

of her laughter.

 

Flight December 15, 2010

Filed under: book reviews,Commentary,Literature,Reading — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:42 am
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Just finished reading Sherman Alexie’s Flight. I was asked to read it for assessment of school use. The first chapter had me adamant that it was completely inappropriate. By the end I was thinking, “Well…maybe.”

Alexie is just so gritty. His characters are coarse and vulgar. They grate against sweet, prudish, slightly virginal English teachers. However, they also reflect a reality that a lot of our students know only too well. I’m not into censorship, but I don’t have to teach a book I don’t like either. That’s a nice thing about professional autonomy. Not having prescribed curriculum or literature means we have a lot of freedom to teach process and encourage analysis using literature that is particularly relevant to our teens. For some kids, this will be a powerful reflection of their world.

Sherman Alexie is a Native American writer from Washington State. His books explore his world and observations of the interaction of his two communities. He has challenging ideas to both and this book reflects them.

It is the story of Zits, a kid whose native dad left, whose white mom died, and who has been shuffled through the foster system. He has to come to terms with his identity, his abandonment, and his anger. The method is essentially a series of parables. Zits travels through time to inhabit the bodies of whites and natives from Little Big Horn to his father.  Watching the ‘native experience’ through other eyes leads him back to the beginning, and gives him a chance to make different decisions in order to attain a different outcome.

Alexie is accessible as a Native writer. His young characters are funny, ironic, and believable, but they’re gritty. Their lives are hard. Their experiences have been horrible. Alexie doesn’t sugar coat the misery, but he forces the protagonist (and therefore the reader) to decide whether he will allow the past to rule his future or whether he will carve a new path. 

The hopeful message is what wins me over.    He has used the graphic language and rebellious attitude of the first chapter or two to grab his audience.  The time travel is confusing enough to keep them curious.  The ending is satisfying.  We all want to believe that everyone can have a happy ending.

 

Canadian Thanksgiving December 13, 2010

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:09 am
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I was just reading a children’s novel about polio and came across the snippet that Thanksgiving was celebrated in Canada by Martin Frobisher and his crew in Newfoundland a couple of decades before the Pilgrims arrived at Plymouth Rock.  That Thanksgiving had nothing to do with a good harvest. They were celebrating their thanks that they had survived a journey through the treacherous North West Passage of the Arctic Ocean: a journey that had killed two previous expeditions. 

Who knew?  We Canadians have bought into the American propaganda about “The First Thanksgiving” and some of our schools even decorate with pilgrim themes.  (I went as a pilgrim for Hallowe’en when I was 11.  Apparently I  was quite Puritanical in my youth!)  Time for a shift of perception!  Here is an interesting article from the Globe and Mail. (I wonder if it is the very one that prompted the author to include the fact in the novel?)  

Next year, decorate for Thanksgiving  with icebergs, Polar bears, sailing ships, and salt cod.  Be a Canadian original!

 

shovelling December 12, 2010

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:26 am

There is a rhyme I remember from when my kids were little.  It goes, “Cleaning the house while the kids are still growing is like shovelling the walk while it is still snowing.”  I was thinking about it while I shovelled my driveway.  The neighborhood was silent, except for the music of the snow hitting my hood.  The street lights were reflected in the whiteness of the snow, so there was a glow.

I was the only one out shovelling, which shouldn’t be too much of a surprise considering that it was after midnight.  Most people don’t keep my hours.  More the pity, because it was beautiful to shovel in that romantic white light.

There were five inches of wet snow to clear, and there was half an inch again already at the top of the driveway by the time I reached the bottom.  Still, there are five inches less than will require my attention tomorrow.  Unlike cleaning the house full of children which truly never ends as kids come behind you trashing all you’ve cleaned, at least taking off some snow means less work later!

 

dental month

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:30 am

As you’ll recall, a few weeks ago I had a tooth extraction.  Subsequently it developed dry socket and a bone infection, which explains why I haven’t been quite as prolific on the blog lately! 

Earlier this week, I bit into a soft piece of bread, and with a crunch that reverberated through my head, I found myself with a broken tooth.  Luckily I had a scheduled dental appointment that day, and I was able to have it repaired in a couple of hours.

Around the same time, Dusty dog started to cry when he ate.  Bad sign.   His rank breath and nasty looking teeth have made it clear that major dental work was in his future, but I had hoped it could be delayed until the new year.  No go.

Today Dusty dog had his own dental surgery and he had SIXTEEN teeth removed.  We were presented with a lovely canine dental chart diagramming all the extractions. Did you know that dogs have 11 teeth per quadrant?  44 teeth!  I had no idea.  So Dusty has 28 teeth left, which is still more than I have.  (With  our wisdom teeth we have 8 per quadrant- 32 altogether.  I have no wisdom teeth and one extraction so I’m at 27 this week).

Tooth pain is really nasty.  Any head pain is nasty actually.  Migraines.  Ear aches.  Teeth.  If pain is in your head it buries into your brain and submerges your consciousness. 

Dental pain also causes financial pain.  Especially when it’s not just one tooth, being removed with the pillow of a dental plan, but sixteen teeth removed for cash…

 

One Closure on the Highway of Tears December 11, 2010

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:19 am
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The Yellowhead Highway that cuts through Prince George is known as The Highway of Tears. There is a long list of women who have disappeared along this highway. A police task force continues to investigate. One woman didn’t seem to fit the pattern of the others: Wendy Ratte.  Wendy didn’t go missing on the highway, but was last seen downtown. Wendy was a teacher and I knew her. She had been a substitute teacher in my class room not too long before she disappeared.

I’d had some concerns about the circumstances of her disappearance, because that subbing day, instead of the lesson I’d left for her, she’d brought in a script and did a play reading with my senior drama class. The play was Extremities.  It is a very violent and graphic play about rape and justice.  The kids were very upset about the language and theme. I remember wondering what was going on in her life that she thought it was appropriate that this explicit play of female revenge on a rapist be explored in a high school class room.

Well, now we have a little more inkling of her reality. Her husband has been charged with her murder. According to the news this morning, he has confessed and explained to the court that he dumped Wendy’s body in a swamp.

Perhaps the trauma of this news is deepened by the fact that in a painful coincidence I read Alice Sebold’s novel  The Lovely Bones this week.  It is narrated by a child who has been raped and whose body is never found.

The loss to the education community in Prince George and the loss to Wendy’s children seem particularly striking.  Wendy’s children need the closure of knowing where their mom is buried, so for their sake I’m thankful their father is owning up to his role in their mother’s death.  How painful to have been told for years that their mother abandoned them, when the real abandonment was their father’s. Now they have lost both parents.  What a tragedy.  Finding something normal in every day life is going to be a challenge.  Their whole world is upside down.

Rest in Peace, Wendy.   You’re still teaching.

(Note- edited December 2022 to change ‘daughter’ to ‘children’ in the last paragraph, with related pronoun adjustments. You may wish to note updates to the case in which the father has since recanted his testimony and claims not to have murdered Wendy, after all).

 

mystery of misery December 10, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:05 am
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The misery of your biology and history
are a catastrophe wrapped in mystery.

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The history of your misery

hurries worries.

The catastrophe of the mystery

buries furies.

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Your biology creates

a doxology

of apology.

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Misery

is your

personal mystery,

and our

catastrophe.

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Thinking about the impact of untreated mental illness upon relationships. 

It was intriguing to play with quite closely related rhyme, repetition, and unifying consonance.

 

happiness is… December 8, 2010

Filed under: Grace Awakening,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:22 am

…finishing the editing of the novel and sending the manuscript off to the publisher!  See that happy smile?  That is the smile of an author who has just achieved another major milestone in her publishing career!  😀

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Of course, this just means that there is more editing ahead, but this time it will be collaborative editing, and I’m looking forward to the analytical part of that process.

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Writing is such a solitary pursuit, it is really wonderful when someone with skills looks at the manuscript and says, “Why is this happening?  Do you really need this section?” etc.  The challenge of that makes you really consider why things are as they are and determine whether the manuscript is at its best with that section as it is.  I have had a lot of people read through Grace Awakening and ask those kinds of questions.  I was told that I needed to improve battle scenes, that lunch changed, that some things were refered to before they’d happened, that certain things needed to be clarified…  Every time some great advice like those tidbits comes along, it improves the story, so I am very thankful for the ‘beta readers’ who have contributed real aid to the process.

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 Thanks Vikki, Samy, Ethan, Angela, Brittany

for your participation in this adventure! 

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Thanks also for the enthusiastic encouragement of those of you who read a draft  and just said, “I loved it!!  When is the next one coming out?” because that is great to hear as well.  I am so honoured by the community support as I advance along in this adventure.  Thanks for joining me on the journey!

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Just TEN more months until Grace Awakening is published!

😛

(Need to know more?  CLICK HERE)

 

Love is shovelling the driveway

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:32 am
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The snow falls.
I push the shovel on the driveway
at half speed
missing you.

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I miss listening to the
rhythmic racing
scrapes
across the driveway.

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I miss you coming in
red from exertion,
frozen drips from your nose
your glasses frosted.
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I miss kissing your cold lips
and wrapping you
in the warmth

of my thankfulness.