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Echoes of Clayoquot Sound Through Poetry: Chris Lowther, by Amal Eldesouky

Echoes of Clayoquot Sound Through Poetry
Chris Lowther, by Amal Eldesouky
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  1. Kami Kanetsuka, by Gabrielle Medor
  2. Betty Krawczyk, by Fatima Meza
  3. Kim Back, by AMG
  4. Irene Abbey Day 1, by Lena
  5. Síle Simpson, by Zlatan Papadopoulos
  6. Jay Hamburger, by MP
  7. Christine Hayvice, by Brave Foreign
  8. Kami Kanetsuka, by ellacali
  9. Jan Bate, by Shaina Marks
  10. Chris Lowther, by Amal Eldesouky
  11. Miriam Leigh, by Megi Rama
  12. Mike Morell, by Tom Jack Simpson
  13. Betty Krazwyck, by Debasree Das
  14. Inessa Ormond Twiss, by Sierra Link, Okanagan College, CA
  15. Kami Kanetsuka, by Andrea Lancianese
  16. Kim Back, by Anonymous
  17. Irene Abbey Day 1, by Laetitia Bouc
  18. Irene Abby Day 2, by Yousef Hasan-Hafez
  19. Mike Morell, by Kleid Saraci
  20. Betty Krazwcyk, by Gabriela Kostka
  21. Kami Kanetuska, by Brave Foreign

            Chris Lowther

I was born in Vancouver

when I was seven years old my father took my mother’s life

I don't recall him ever beating on her

I just remember him beating on himself

                                  Next thing I remember we were at a foster home

                                  until I hit adolescence

                                  I guess we were damaged

                                 I went to a group home

                                 I don't know what happened

                                 I went from being a kid

                                To being I don’t know what!

I left after eleven month

I went Granma you've got to take me back

so, I stayed there

                                 I was about 18 with my Gram

                                When I was 18, I moved way across to the East End

                               when I was 19, I got a criminal injustice award

I  got on a plane to England

I went to Greenham Common 31 women's camp

the first time I went it was great

I sort of participated in this action

I don’t know where they were

I was surprised

I just let them move me, I was totally passive

                                         I went to Northern Ireland

                                         I went back to Greenham in 88

                                         I felt kinda isolated

                                         I didn't identify as a dyke

                                         I guess I did

I like my father,

I was really attached to that place

I don't think we were there for very long

I have no concept of the time that we spent there

I believed that…

               I had been seven for two years

I don't know but…

I don’t think we were in school for very long

which is why I've got this scar

I think if I actually went within those doors right now…

                               I might be physically ill

I decided to change my name

so, I wouldn’t see anybody there

                                         I was really into drugs

                                         Then I turned into a straight-A student

                                         I had an overdose

                                         I couldn't do drugs anymore

                                         I haven't done them since then

                 

                                                                                           

                                                                                                                

Citation:

Moore, Niamh, “Oral history interview with Chris Lowther (audio recording and transcript),” Clayoquot Lives: An Ecofeminist Story Web, accessed April 22, 2023, https://clayoquotlives.sps.ed.ac.uk/items/show/49. 

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