The call of home: Moving to New Brunswick (Part III)
Hard to believe, but it’s been five years since my friend and I pulled into the driveway after dark, with a disintegrated rear tire and most of my wife’s and my worldly possessions in tow.
Chiac, Surzhyk, and the evolution of how we speak
Language is a fascinating aspect of human existence. It evolves – sometimes in ways many of us wish it didn’t – and changes in response to its surroundings.
Aboiteau
The aboiteau allowed saltwater marshes to be eventually replenished with fresh water so that they would have agricultural utility. This poem uses the aboiteau, not as a commentary on Acadian history, but as a statement of my own personal journey.
Pointe-Sapin
“Fait beau!” is how you’re greeted when you gas up at the Co-op or when you walk by one of the yards bursting with flowers and fierté acadienne, with the Deportation of 1755 in the past, but not too much so.