Sharron Proulx-Turner's moving and deeply personal poetry collections,
creole métisse of french canada, me (2017) and The Trees are Still Bending South (2012)
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Sharron Proulx-Turner was a member of the Métis Nation of Alberta. Originally from the Ottawa river valley, Sharron was from Mohawk, Wyandat, Algonquin, Ojibwe, Mi'kmaw, French and Irish ancestry. Sharron was a two-spirit nokomis, mom, writer and community worker. Where the Rivers Join (1995), a memoir (Beckylane), was a finalist for the Edna Staebler Award for creative non-fiction, and what the auntys say (2002), was a finalist for the Gerald Lampert Prize for poetry.
Sharron’s work appeared in several anthologies, including Oxford Anthology of Canadian Native Literature in English, Crisp Blue Edges, Tales from Moccasin Avenue, Double Lives: Writing and Motherhood, and in literary journals, including Gatherings, Yellow Medicine Review and West Coast Line. Sharron books also included a mixed-genre-historical-fiction called, she walks for days/ inside a thousand eyes/ a two-spirit story (2008), and a book of dedication poems called she is reading her blanket with her hands (2008). Sadly, Sharron passed away in 2016. creole métisse of french canada, me, was her final manuscript, and was published posthumously in 2017.
Praise for creole métisse of french canada, me
“This text revolves around itself, weaves a lineage into its own lining, retells and untells stories from before and after. This text is a reach into the breach, a simultaneous digesting and retching that fetches the wretched of the earth and beads it into balance. This text allows the vitriol of history to surface but not surpass the story of songlines, breaths of care that filter into alveoli, sustaining and disclaiming all at once. This text is a single word writ worldly on our skin.”
-- Ashok Mathur, Head of Department of Creative Studies, University of British Columbia, Okanagan.
Praise for The Trees are Still Bending South
"I walked into this woman's dreams through the pages of this book searching for the ghosts that inhabit these pages. I met Louis for the first time in a woman's voice, a strong voice, a proud voice that had not sung for more than a hundred years. I entered and was able to see from the other side of the mirror. The songs, the words, come from within, deep, mournful, yet they are full of joy, sadness, and pain, much of what you experience in a Sundance and a vision quest. This book is filled with all of this and much more."
-- duncan (Keewatin) mercredi