This essay is excerpted from a longer piece published in CV2.

one city

one poet

one voice & one love letter


It took me a long time to call myself a writer.

Even longer to put ‘poet’ next to my name.

Back then, Rosanna Deerchild didn’t even exist.

And if not for this place, none of it would have even happened.


After graduating from my town’s only high school in 1992, I packed up my suitcase and jumped on a Greyhound bus headed for the City. That’s what they called it up north.


I’m moving to the City, people would say as if they were off to see the Wizard.


Many would not return, having successfully left it behind.

Some would come back, slightly wild-eyed with stories of wild city.

Others would just disappear, eaten by the sharp streets, swallowed down dark alleys.

Published online March 20 2013.

Rosanna Deerchild is Cree from South Indian Lake in northern Manitoba. She has added personality, poems and voice to this prairie city for twenty years now. Rosanna is a writer, broadcaster and member of the Aboriginal Writers Collective of Manitoba.

No Place Like Home: A Winnipeg Issue cover image

This piece was published in ‘No Place Like Home: A Winnipeg Issue,’ the Winter 2013 issue of CV2.

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