Today I thought I'd give a shout-out to several books I've recently read, or am reading now, or am about to read. After that I'm offering some excuses about why I may not be blogging for the next month or so.
Joanne Arnott, who I met at the Cascadia Poetry Festival, is a wonderful poet. Her latest, Halfling Spring, is a delight. It chronicles, as is suggested in the subtitle, a relationship that began in cyberspace.
it may not be perverse
but it is certainly inverse
& perhaps obverse, as well
any poem-centric relationship
is bound to be verse
of some kind
E.E. (Elly) Nobbs is another PEI poet. (Wonder if she and Dianne know each other?) I've subscribed to her blog for ages, can't remember what took me there in the first place, but a month or two ago I dropped in again and decided to order her chapbook. It won the Doire Press 2nd Annual International Poetry Chapbook Competition in 2013. Love the poems in this one. For example:
At the end, we see
the blue whale and her calf. Breaching —
their two tails punctuate
the ocean's clean slate,
their motion like mime
or signing. Perhaps they know
Cover illustration by Alun Hollyman
Four Small People in Sturdy Shoes is Vancouver Island poet, Linda K. Thompson's first chapbook. She begins:
(from Stand Up for the Wallflower Words)
I am somewhat afraid of poems
I do not wish to wrestle belligerent ones into submission.
Nor do I wish to flood them with klieg lights to get to
A poem like that, I find it sensible to avoid.
In fact, I would march myself right out of that cell,
and even as the lifers are rattling their stanzas on the
I will be looking for an outside door.
This poem and the ones that follow bask in the gentle light of keen observation. No klieg lights here. Four Small People in Sturdy Shoes is published by Hot Tomato Studios.
|Finally, drum roll, Jennifer Craig has been brewing a new novel and you can get it here. Jenny is one of the funniest writers I know. Can't wait to dive into this one!|
I am leaving in a few days for Toronto where I will be visiting old friends, then carrying on to Barcelona where I will, in the company of my sister and two more friends, take a plane or a train or something, and wind up in or near Hermanillos, and then start walking. The Camino. Half of it, or so. Which is still a whole lot of miles, and I'm not sure I'm physically capable, and I'm a bit nervous, and so on and so on, but I'm also getting really excited. Not sure if I'll be able to efficiently and effectively update my blog while I'm away as I won't have my laptop; traveling light is a basic requirement for this trip. I'll try, though. (Hate trying to type on tiny-screened devices). Here are a few pictures of where I've been walking around here. Training, as it were.
|On the Kinnaird bridge, looking at lower Ootischenia.|
|On the Robson bridge, looking north up the Columbia River, the pulp mill in the background.|
|On the Robson bridge, looking south on the Columbia.|
|On the old Doukhobor bridge at Brilliant. They were setting up for a wedding.|
|From the old Doukhobor bridge at Brilliant, looking at the "new" bridge, which, I might add, is a scary one to walk over. It really shakes! (This is why you haven't seen a picture taken from it yet).|
|Panorama shot from the pathway beside the airport, looking back towards Robson.|
And that's it for now. See you when I see you!