A Night Visitor at Christmas
This poem, by the president of the Yukon Trappers Association, was inspired by A Visit From St. Nicholas, by Clement Clarke Moore…
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In The Night Watches
The author shares her thoughts on love, friendship and faith
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Didee Didoo: Playing With Words
Allan makes some plays on words as he shows us the funny ways that he changes things up using every day phrases
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Didee Didoo: Little Old Men
Allan brings his award winning, Old Crow poetry and comedy back with his latest cartoon and his take on ‘Little Old Men’
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Haiku With A Northern Voice
Would you like to experience the thrill of seeing your haiku poems selected and published in a haiku collection by northern poets?
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In The Same Boat
We are pilgrims on a journey and, from time to time, the lives of complete strangers may intersect with ours in surprising ways.
Northern Words
Dawn Macdonald from YukonU, spent decades away from serious writing has just won the Griffin Poetry Prize award for first book Northerny
Angels Bite
I’ve always wondered what it might feel like to be spring. Everyone loving you, but not for yourself. You know?
Common As Dirt
To British humourists Flanders and Swann, it was “Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud” I always have loved spring, and daffodils, and especially the mud Spring is
Northern Haiku Project
Northern Haiku Project is looking for writers Four members of solstice haiku group in Whitehorse are calling for haiku poems for an anthology to be
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The Delta Rambler Slams Edmonton
His mellow voice started crafting an unvarnished tale, with campfire simplicity. I had never heard of the Edmonton Story Slam “Slam Off”…
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Sam McGee Connects The Yukon to B.C.
“Memorizing poetry is my daily training and therapy,” B.C. storyteller Andre Sutherland Begin said, adding he will be coming to the Yukon…
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How The Birds Got Their Colours
At first all the birds were white, And Eagle was their Chief. All the birds had a meeting. They decided to paint each other.
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Didee Didoo
You will see Dumbo the elephant You will hear Porky the pig You will touch Bambi You will see Woody the Woodpecker You will hear
Christopher Tse: Unraveling roots on the page
Slam Poetry allows the creative license that he found journalism lacked. At Jenni House Tse will interrogate being a Yukon settler of colour.
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The Bookshelf: A poetic memoir of northern travels
Poetry with a bit of a difference, it has a strong ecological bias. Goodbye, Ice: Arctic Poems by Lawrence Millman
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If you visit Old Crow
If you visit Old Crow Sadie will take you to the mall Mason will show you the traffic lights Abbie will take you on the elevator…
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Regulars and Rooms for Rent
Compared to the Klondike-era poems we’re familiar with, it seems that Tara Borin’s poetry breaks ground by presenting a post-gold rush, post-Robert Service perspective of Dawson.
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Didee & Didoo – My Family Tree
If Goldilocks is my mother Charlie Brown is my father Jack Frost is my grandpa Gingerbread Man is my brother Jack and Jill are my
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Spring Cleaning
I shovel dog poop. I shovel moose poop. I shovel caribou poop. I shovel rabbit poop. I shovel wolf poop. I shovel squirrel poop. I
Didoo survived without these things
Didoo survived without an electric knife. Didoo survived without an electric kettle. Didoo survived without a microwave. Didoo survived without a toaster. Didoo survived without
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A Parade of Dreams
Christopher Wheeler has had a long-standing dream to become an author. When COVID-19 arrived, it brought with it the opportunity for him to pursue this
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I Always Get High
I get high when I snowshoe. I get high when I canoe. I get high when I mush dogs. I get high when I bike.
They outlived their husbands
Mary Kay outlived Big Joe. Sarah Baalam outlived Baalam. Eliza Steamboat outlived Robert. Annie Fredson outlived Daniel. Sarah Abel outlived Abel. Mary Thomas outlived John.
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My Bucket List
I have to pack a bucket of water for Eliza Steamboat I have to pack a bucket of water for Robert Steamboat I have to
Another Silly Poem
If I were a turtle, I wouldn’t need a bulletproof vest. If I were a kangaroo, I wouldn’t need a pocket. If I were a
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John Fogerty
I went down to the Victoria Marathon And I got to see John Fogerty in concert John doesn’t need a cane to walk Because he
Howls of the past are echoing again thanks to Joanna Lilley
The England-born, Yukon-based writer has just released her third poetry collection, Endlings, in which each poem is inspired by a different extinct animal species. The passenger pigeon
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Whitehorse poet’s defiant reading marathon
It was the first time Peter Jickling had read a book aloud cover to cover. He reflected that he got a different sense of the book as a whole than you would putting it down and picking it up, as we usually do.
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Didee and Didoo – Gwichin Warrior
There’s a peaceful little townOn the banks of the river.Where the wolf an’ the caribou roamThat’s where he calls his home.In summer there’s no nightsDays
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot?
Truth be told, I had always thought that “Auld Lang Syne” was some saintly old soul and it was just this year that I realized and appreciated, for the first time, the depth of meaning beneath these lyrics.
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On the Other Side of the Coin
Murray Martin gives WUY permission to share this poem free of charge every holiday. We wish you a safe and Merry Christmas, and please drive responsibly at all times of the year.
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Didee an’ Didoo were real
Didee’s name was Moses TizyaAn’ Didoo’s name was Martha Tizya.And they both used canes.Didoo Martha wore a hankerchiefAn’ Didee Moses wore Didee’s hat.Didee an’ Didoo
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How I’m Going to Reach 100
I’m going to snowshow. I’m going to ski. I’m going to canoe. I’m going to bike. I’m going to run. I’m going to walk.
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I Trapped With Adam Tizya
The year was January 1975 When I trapped with Andrew Tizya. I was just a young man And Andrew was my teacher. We mushed our
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Didee & Didoo: Mouth of the Peel
Everyone knows Neil An’ he’s from the mouth of the Peel. Neil is a famous person Who comes from Ft. McPherson. Neil is even known
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Didee/Didoo: Piece of Mine
My fiddle is a piece of mine. My guitar is a piece of mine. My wheelbarrow is a piece of mine. My snowshoes are a
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Didee & Didoo: My Definition of an Elder
You have to run. You have to snowshoe. You have to canoe. You have to speed walk. You have to ski. You have to mush
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Didee & Didoo: Ranger Torch Relay
The Carcross sargent flew the torch to Old Crow An’ our job was to take it to Ft. McPherson. The torch will travel to every
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Joanna Lilley feels most herself when she’s writing
Joanna Lilley has always loved reading. She’s one of those people that you’ll find in the theatre reading a book before the movie begins. It fits
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Didee & Didoo: Bush Kid
His name is Dean An’ he’s not even a teen. He’s not even a man But he knows the land. He’ll teach us older guys
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Didee & Didoo: Animals, Birds and Fish
They own the land. They own the water. They own the air. They own the trees. They own the plants. They own the berries. They
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Ongoing fascination for haiku
“What fascinates me about writing haiku is that I have found it to be the perfect vehicle for the kind of art that I want
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Ravens and Poe
Very few writers throughout history have bonded with their subjects quite like Edgar Allan Poe and the Yukon’s territorial bird – the Raven
Come on baby, let’s go downtown
Peter Jickling has a casualness about him. He sits, relaxed, sipping a beer as he relates the inspiration for his new book of poetry, Downtown Flirt.
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My Aurora Borealis
I had an amazing experience under the Northern Lights as I recall
it was like midnight angels… blanketing full over me
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Didee & Didoo: Christmas in Heaven
Merry Christmas to Ellen and Robert Bruce. Merry Christmas to Hannah and Joe Netro. Merry Christmas to Jessie and Charlie Thomas. Merry Christmas to Fanny
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Didee & Didoo: Message to Allan Benjamin
When you see Allan Benjamin, If you could please mention to him, I’d like to hear him play again. Tell him to come our way
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Didee & Didoo: Allan Benjamin
I know this man from Old Crow Who’s a kind and gentle soul. He was raised by his Didoo She taught him all that she
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Not new, but still brave
What’s it like to share the heart and soul of something you’ve written? Peter Jickling, the new host of Brave New Words, said, “It’s right
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Didee & Didoo: Blood, Sweat and Tears
When I train, I tolerate pain. Sometimes I feel lazy And a bit crazy. When I’m sore, I feel poor. Sometimes I get hurt An’
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I concur: contrition may be consolatory
It’s confession time in Geezerville. I recently spent my allotted 450 words in this space musing about some of the beguiling delights to be found
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Poetry Corner: Kylie Campbell
Submitted by Kylie Campbell I’m not much of a poet, but here’s something I wrote while on the trail, with a picture at the Chilkoot
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Didee & Didoo: When It’s 100 Below
I won’t saw wood. I won’t go snowshoeing. I won’t go skiing. I won’t go running. I won’t go walking. I won’t pack water. I
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Didee & Didoo: Good to be a Musician
‘Cause I can use my bass fiddle for a canoe. ‘Cause I can use my fiddle for a paddle. ‘Cause I can use my fiddle
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Didee & Didoo: They Won’t Survive in the Bush
‘Cause I’ll save the psychiatrist. ‘Cause I’ll save the psychologist. ‘Cause I’ll save the professor. ‘Cause I’ll save the counselor. ‘Cause I’ll save the scientist.
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Didee & Didoo: Animal Tracks
I like to see animals on all fours
And I see their tracks outdoors
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’Cause Writer’s block
Sometimes I can’t think And I can’t write in ink. When my mind is not bright I have nothing to write.
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Didee & Didoo: I’m a time machine
’Cause I remembered William Chitze (Fort McPherson).
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Didee & Didoo: If They Gave Me a Drug Test
They won’t detect dry fish
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Didee & Didoo: They Made Everything
Our ancestors made everything…
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Let’s learn Gwich’in: Sreendit (Spring)
Let’s learn Gwich’in: Sreendit (Spring)
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Didee & Didoo: When I Go to Whitehorse
When I Go to Whitehorse, I Always Bring…
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Didee & Didoo: Sacred Caribou Calving Grounds
At the caribou calving grounds There’s only wildlife sounds. The water is clear an’ clean And the land is so pristine. It’s a place for
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Jamella Hagen: Part of Writing is Being Ready to Write
The local writer selected to be a mentor at this year’s Young Authors Conference is Jamella Hagen, who teaches creative writing at Yukon College.
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Poetry Corner: Victoria Peters
A Sea Shell … by Victoria aged 7 [almost 8]. PHOTOS: Nadine Peters
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Didee & Didoo: Times are Changing
We don’t pack water anymore. We don’t vote with our hands anymore. They don’t sign their names with an “X” anymore. We don’t buy from
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Didee & Didoo: At the Trading Post
We buy tea and coffee. We buy flour and sugar. We buy rice and oats. We buy beans and bacon. We buy dry fruit and
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When I Go Camping
I always bring my piano. I always bring my TV. I always bring my computer. I always bring my microwave. I always bring my fridge.
Didee & Didoo: Community Adoptions
Aklavik adopted Albert Frost Inuvik adopted Winston Moses Ross River adopted Henry Nukon Fort Yukon adopted Diane Jonas Chalkyitsik adopted Simon Francis Dawson adopted Sharon
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Picture in a Frame (Auntie Betty)
I finally found the words to say How long did you intend to stay. I know I’ve wondered now and then How close your love
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An afternoon of coffee and fresh ideas
On Sunday, December 10, you are invited to come out to the roastery at Bean North Café and listen to readings by several poets and writers.
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Didee & Didoo: My Wheelbarrow
It can go in reverse. I don’t need insurance.
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Strategic Race
I don’t know the word “slow” I only know the word “go” The runners were top notch An’ we raced against the watch. I just
Didee & Didoo: At my camp
I’m the doctor I’m the minister I’m the police I’m the carpenter I’m the cook I’m the gunsmith I’m the blacksmith I’m the butcher I’m
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Lest we forget
Remembrance Day is now as much an opportunity to recognize all those men and women who have served and returned home. We owe them thanks. That’s why we wear our poppies and hold our ceremonies, to support and remember.
Didee & Didoo: She came, she saw, we conquered
She came, she saw, we conquered Grandma’s name is Clara Frost She came, she saw, we conquered. We’re proud to be her rangers. We’re proud
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Didee & Didoo: Didoo’s Trunk
Didoo’s Trunk That’s where she kept her knife. That’s where she kept her awl. That’s where she kept her file. That’s where she kept her
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Poetry and Visual Art Create a Dialogue
Just like poetry inspires music, it also can inspire visual art. That is what artist Heidi Hehn says about the Circumpolar Duet project, which is
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At Home at Sea
“Ship’s logs, myths, stories of quiet exaltation and wrenching lamentations can all become poetry when the experience resonates deeply with the rhythm of the human
The Last, Loveliest Smile
I never took much notice of something as simple as the seasons until moving North. Pre-Yukon, I was rather unmoved by the monotonous blend of
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Let’s All Learn Gwich’in
Our long time “Didee and Didoo” cartoonist and poet Allan Benjamin from Old Crow is excited to introduce his new Shoo’ii and Sheek’aii cartoons and
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Fresh poetic summer reads
Whitehorse author Clea Roberts newest book, Auguries, is published by Brick Books. The title “Auguries” refers to an ancient practice of The Romans: reading the
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What it means to be Canadian by Kate Koepke
Canada a country celebrating 150 years. We have lost many soldiers and cried many tears. Where else in the world can you look out your
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Being Canadian! by Aramintha Bradford
Being Canadian! Free Verse Poem by Aramintha Bradford, Age 9, Grade 3
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What it means to be Canadian by James Welscott
Canadian – Living in one of Canada’s capitols, near the Arctic Circle Canadian – Including Canada’s unique makeup of nationalities and indigenous peoples cultures Canadian-
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What it Means to Be Canadian by Danielle Beaubien
What it Means to Be Canadian The rich and bountiful stolen land, connected by dreams of megalomania fallen into disrepair A land of space for
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What it means to be Canadian by Jeannine St. Marie
What it means to be Canadian We are a people like this land, wide open and wild, each of us as uniquely brilliant as the
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What it Means to be Canadian by Elise Maltinsky
What it Means to be Canadian What it means to be Canadian, it’s the essence of being free. It’s self determination and democracy, for family,
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Ode to a Canadian by John Birmingham
Ode to a Canadian It’s a feeling, an understanding of sorts It’s an emotion arriving without court That runs through the bones A quiet confidence
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Multiple Nations by Nicole Schroeder
Multiple Nations. Leisurely dancing blades of grain, The stark brightness amidst a dark sky, Forceful mountains of snow graced across terrain. This is where I
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Lakeside Contemplation by Jessica Pumphrey
Lakeside Contemplation This familiar question, this complex quandary, we only seem to solve via the dismissal of that which we know ourselves not to be.
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