I’m thrilled to announce my poem, The Prime Minister shook his son’s hand, will be appearing in Best Canadian Poetry in English 2015, sometime this fall. I’m also stupefied something so short (it’s a sentence long!) could have such an impact, but, hey, that’s poetry.
Particular props to the eds. of BCP for scouring the Internet for Can Lit, and to The Steel Chisel, who have now published three of my poems, including the similarly Harper-is-human-themed, How to Kiss the Prime Minister, and the listicle-inspired madness that is Curglaff. If you’re a Canadian poet, submit to little Canadian publications like the Steel Chisel – the grown-ups are paying attention. 😉
“Be quiet while the poets are speaking,” bellowed Dave Emery sometime in the late years of Bush & the early of Harper’s. That was probably my fifteenth or twentieth time at In/Words’ open mic @ the Avant Garde Bar. Now recreating Ghost World screen caps in real life David Joel Crary Emery now edits The Steel Chisel, an online mag I’m happy to have a poem in this month (How to Kiss the Prime Minister).
The Steel Chisel takes its name from John Newlove’s “Such Fun, Such Fun.” Its first stanza;
When the poets stopped writing poetry
I thought they were dead
and I went about and tried to describe my country
not leaf by leaf but soul by soul
and I found that though my soul was obscure
it was common. Liquor cured me or calmed me
and pain and long lying lines.
gives a little solace as the Leafs exit the playoffs and my many projects compound. Lets all have a moment for the country’s most powerful Leafs fan; think what a little love might accomplish, unconditionally.