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I couldn’t tell you exactly why I associate this pretty pop song, “The Sweetest Thing” by Camera Obscura every time I think of Dale. Then again, it’s obvious… my life so much sweeter with him then without, the loving care and abiding friendship between us (along with his partner, Hoa Nguyen), our mutual affection for […]
Have you ever fallen in love with a place? Of course you have. A second visit to this visionary gem—my first [when I fell in love], reading with Don Pyle & Stevie Manning—I knew I wanted [had] to return to Niagara Artists Centre when she came out. Little did I know I’d have the grand […]
Readable. Clean. Meticulous. Striking. Pretty.* I don’t know exactly just how I lucked into this. By this, I mean a very special kinship shared/shaped by the love of good work. And food, and drink and plenty of laughs between us. I knew from reading Ralph’s work, his meticulous eye, and ear, he knows what belongs […]
To keep going, you need to feel you are making good work—or moving in the direction of making good work, or interesting work, or are interested in the work you are making—and see that as the thing you are aiming to do. Anything good that happens beyond is a bonus…” Cameron Anstee, Some Silences: Notes […]
“There was a story.” There is a story. Norma, Dale & I. Norma hails from Toronto, an artist/poet living in San Francisco making her mark, raising the bar for some time now. She met Dale there (originally from Texas, where Skanky Possum & Slow Poetry in America blossomed) who took a teaching job in Toronto […]
+ assorted KFB rarities & goodness. w/Anstruther Press, noir-Z, Gap Riot, Coach House +++ This Saturday 11-5 TIFA Harbourfront TO
from I Can Focus If I Try the new full-length KFB collection by Michael Flatt
squares. Fuck conformity, / the fear of being weird and free “I toss every laurel, prize, bouquet, coin, belly laughs and cries at their feet, the flames of these poet’s hearts & tongues, lick, lash, lacerate, love… saturate my pores. Every page, every poem, every phrase/line to be revisited again, again. Not only on the […]
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