A lot going on, such as a beloved work in print: the first poem I wrote about my son (for my wife) has been published in (parenthetical) magazine from words(on)pages in Toronto. You may read it online but I strongly suggest ordering a copy of the magazine—words(on)pages produces beautiful books.
New chap-poem: A cento after Cameron Anstee’s chapbook ever the night goes beautiful has been published as a chap-poem by Puddles of Sky Press—it’s called “the night goes” and it’s free with an order of something awesome, like the graphic novel issue of illiterature issue v. the graphic novel or The Hopeful Barnacle: New & Selected Poems of Andrew Nurse.
Two upcoming tour dates: Tues. June 28 at the Tree Reading Series (Ottawa) with Talya Rubin & my friend, the incredible JM Francheteau, and Sat. July 2 at Artfest (Kingston) with tourmates Cameron Anstee and Justin Million, and the wonderful Frances Boyle. Both those shows are free, so please come out and buy some chapbooks if you can. Artfest is going to be just incredible, with sixty poets reading in Kingston’s City Park over the long weekend. Cannot wait.
New title from Horsebroke press: My little press is taking on its first poet (who isn’t me) with a collection from Amanda Besserer. It will launch Fri. June 17 at the Factory Reading Series (Ottawa) and be available at the Ottawa Small Press Fair the next day (Sat. June 18). If you can’t make it to Ottawa, you’ll be able to order it via our Etsy store at that time. More details on this project very soon.
you woke in the dark with the whole poem wrote
use your phone to notify your folk you found gold
THESE WORDS IMMORTALIZE OUR LOST IDOL
your folk alert theirs & soon everyone is awoke
audiences moss the planet—it glows!
all publishers abjure ownership & on every shelf
YOUR WORDS IMMORTALIZE OUR LOST IDOL
unto ouroboros, publisher & audience blur
Earth hums by mourning unto unity’s verge
near summoning Messiah’s arrival
OUR WORDS IMMORTALIZE THE LOST IDOL
& you are selfless, the viral ode’s origin
multitudinous, from all us, all at once
& as Earth’s turn exhausts,
our hearts slow & we dream
we dream no one
Teething wisdom, the citizenry can’t stop /
won’t stop chattering and boxing their ears.
There are no scandals—the sine wave
I imagine the Borg
edge on hard-core in their alcoves, relent
solely to materialize violence. Today
I try to write a poem and pleasure
fissures a blank.
feelings. Fed struggle. Fed thought. Fed
potential. On dark nights Janet Jackson
meditates. She envisions a colourless
spaceship. She and her brother
You are entering the frottage of every promise
we’ve made another, and you, you, you—
there used to be just you, but now
Excerpt from a new work I’ll be debuting tomorrow night at the Sawdust Reading Series. I’ll be reading alongside the incomprable David O’Meara, and Kiera Sandrock, a new voice I’m excited to hear/meet.
Event details: Wednesday May 20, 7pm at the Pour Boy, 495 Somerset St W, Ottawa. Event is upstairs. Open mike before us name-in-lights types, bar & dinner service throughout. Facebook event.
My blue metaphor. My pink metaphor. My blue
and pink metaphor. My lingo. My perfect small talk.
My squirm of news.