Monday, December 08, 2025

Scott Jackshaw, Stigmata

  

Some Theories of Atonement

In the planetary scar tissue where I follow you in our last
days together, where we sacrifice the clots of lawn, where
we do not become god but take on its bodies, in our body,
where we expose ourselves, in our body, which like our sex is
secret to us, in the plenary of flip-fucking, an experiment in
reading, in our therapy for root rot, the scriptures where you
learn to abuse, in our body, where we index the earth’s pores,
in our body, which is consumption.

The full-length poetry debut by Edmonton-based poet, scholar and editor Scott Jackshaw is Stigmata (Vancouver BC: Talonbooks, 2025), an expansive long poem across five sections of lyric stagger, staccato and extended gestures. “something must be put into phrases,” begins the poem “Reparation,” “leans into my distant splinter, a door / prolapses, I spoil my crust with dirt // with the water stains on my ceiling, lamp full of moths / bending floor of my desire [.]” Across a tapestry of gestures, examinations and explorations, Jackshaw’s lyric multitudes include an element of the monologue, of performance, blending the divine, desire and the profane across a meditative and performative theology of action and interaction. Composing a narrative line of point and counterpoint, Jackshaw’s moments ping against each other, offering a book composed with opening and closing poems, two cluster-sections of lyrics, and a further lyric sequence, the title poem, held at mid-point. As the ten-part title sequence opens: “In the episteme of grief many worlds will resemble a thread. I go down on a local prophet. As the spirit moves I’m carried along with his breath.” I’m quite fascinated by Jacksaw’s use of the lyric “I” in these poems, something they speak directly to as part of the “Notes” at the back of the collection:

I wanted the “I” in these poems to be something stranger than a confessant. Not a speaker but a garburator. For some time I kept quiet, knowing that the imperative to speak would only bind me to the logic of a church, therapist, or market. At the same time, “I” wanted to speak, “I” needed to scream, “I” had to break up the quiet, even if I knew that my speech would be no less imposed than my silence. I began with the words of others. I didn’t want to believe in property but couldn’t shake my guilt. If not for guilt, would there be any difference between bibliography and confession?

In Christian mysticism, the stigmata links back to the nail-wounds on the body of the crucified Christ, the mark seen as one’s mystical union with Christ’s suffering, but also referring to any physical mark or sign of a particular disease or suffering. Through Jackshaw, the mark and moments of physicality in their extended thought-clusters and prose sequences a theology conjoined with sexuality, offering a lyric intermingling terrible sex and “the cult of the wound,” noise and grief, confession and prayer, writing, in the opening poem, “The Mystical Theology”: “I made a list of bright red holes.” The poems, Jackson’s lyrics, point and counterpoint, offering an ebb and flow declarative gestures, composing a book-length residue, both tender and profane, of what happens, what is possible and the residue that remains, after all of the happening has subsided. Further on, in the same opening poem:

Those who bore the holes in their bodies were most often women or having borne them became women. 

The name was vast and minuscule, wide and restricted, eloquent and concise.

I recalled the homosexual formula: I am my mother, my mother is me. 

My lips were a prosthesis for feeling. For all feeling that was not feeling.

I found it hard to keep the holes clean and wondered if the holy women also struggled to wash their hands.

Sunday, December 07, 2025

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Christina Shah

Christina Shah lives in New Westminster and works in heavy industry. Her work was shortlisted for 2021’s Ralph Gustafson Prize and selected for Best Canadian Poetry 2023. rig veda was her first videopoem and chapbook (Anstruther, 2023). if: prey, then: huntress (Nightwood, Fall 2025) is her first full-length collection.

1 - How did your first book or chapbook change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?

My first chapbook was an illuminating process. Plus, I made some new friends! I’m very grateful for the support I received from Robert Colman (my editor), and Jim Johnstone at Anstruther Press, my poetry collective, Harbour Centre 5, as well as from my colleagues, customers and suppliers in the industrial world. It was also an opportunity to connect with some of the poets whose work I’d admired for many years. I felt like a real writer once I had something tangible to hold in my hands– I’d realized my dream.

My most recent work, if: prey, then: huntress is a full-length collection. Compared to rig veda (my chapbook), there is some overlap in terms of content, but IPTH is an eclectic collection (work and play poetry!). During one of our conversations, Rob said ‘a chapbook is like a room in a house’. The light went on for me (and yes, someone was home!).

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?

I came through the work of Dennis Lee, as a child. The irreverence is what did it for me. Poetry seemed supercharged in terms of its humour, its whimsicality (and certainly its musicality) and the naughtiness of its child characters.

3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?

In my case it’s how many fits and starts? It’s a very slow process. I frequently use the word ‘woolgathering’ to describe it. ‘Hairy tumbleweeds’ might be a more apt metaphor— pricklier and more random, and over rougher terrain. I do a lot of research while writing, but mainly for technical reasons (which invariably ends up down internet rabbit holes). First drafts usually need to ‘have legs’, as I like to say—in the form of a spark of sound or an explosive image or even unusual subject matter, used as a prompt. Then there’s a moderate amount of editing (longhand) on the printed first draft.

4 - Where does a poem usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?

For me, a poem begins with a sensory snippet, or an image (could even be a mundane scene or a utilitarian object), or a far-out sound combination that begets an unusual image (see #3). That’s the flashpoint. I’m definitely in the former camp.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?

I’d say they’re part of my creative process. I do enjoy doing readings and connecting with the audience. The in-between banter and the backstory adds some connective tissue and colour that is unique to an in-person reading, much like a live music event.

6 – Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?

I’m seeking meaning within and beyond the world of work. How can we carve out some time and energy for ourselves to be present but not enmeshed, especially in this age of technological acceleration? What do we show of ourselves beyond our roles or our scripts in commercial or institutional environments and interactions? How do we as individuals maintain our humanity and agency in dehumanizing environments or situations? Why are there still places and networks in which women’s participation and access to opportunity is limited? How do we maintain our connection with the tactile world? How do we keep craftsmanship and repair knowledge alive in the age of enshittification? Most of my questions are questions of agency.

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Do they even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?

The writer holds up a mirror, shows us our humanity, and helps us hang on. They demand courage and honesty and are willing to put themselves on the line for all of us. I think we need writers more than ever these days, especially when books are being banned and we’re living in a sea of propaganda and AI slop. I’m reminded of the Greek cynic philosopher Diogenes, who was purported to have wandered around in public spaces in broad daylight with a lit lantern, claiming he was ‘searching for an honest man’.

8 – Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?

Essential. I’ve been so fortunate in this regard. I’ve had the privilege of working with both Rob, and Peter Norman (who edited if: prey, then: huntress). Nightwood also treated IPTH gently but with great attention to detail. Their perspectives were very helpful in ordering the manuscript and also in determining which poems to keep and which to leave out.

9 – What is the best piece of advice you’ve heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?

“Well-behaved women rarely make history.” More of a pithy quote, which I took as advice!

10 – What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?

I do three pages of free-writing most mornings before work (and on the weekend), but I don’t have a set routine. A typical day begins with very strong coffee and plant care. When I have time after freewriting, I do like to read the LCP’s Poetry Pause poem or watch a videopoem.

11 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?

There’s always reading other poets’ work, as well as knitting/crochet or baking. Making things usually sets off another writing streak. Taking a walk helps. I’m a fan of using prompts in group settings as well.

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

My husband’s cooking, specifically his spaghetti bolognese sauce. It’s out of this world. I’m very spoiled.

13 – David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?

So many influences. Food, music (specifically 70s rock), and visual art, the urban environment, geology, astronomy, and mechanical engineering concepts/terms.

14 – What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?

I try to read as much industrial work poetry as I can, so Kate Braid, Tom Wayman, Lindsay Bird, Garth Martens, and Joe Denham, to name a few. I’m interested in discovering more Spanish language poetry by women writers. I also enjoy the literary journals— it’s always interesting to leaf through and to discover a new writer, or a new piece by someone whose work you enjoy.

15 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?

I’d like to visit Spain and walk everywhere, especially on the Galician coast. Art, architecture, great cuisine and natural beauty!

16 – If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?

I’d try being a cardiac surgeon, although that does not really qualify as something you dabble in— and you can’t really wing it. My guess is I’d probably still be in sales or a small business owner importing Nice European Things (either edible or wearable).

17 – What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?

It was the one thing I could do well, and I loved words and books from an early age. I could take them with me wherever I went. Reading and writing became a lifeline as a child and as an adult.

18 – What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

Book: Lauren Peat’s chapbook Future Tense (Baseline 2024). It’s stunning. ‘Aubade at Olympic Station’ begins with the line ‘I wake to split the blue milk of morning with the cat who haunts my building’. Musically-rich (Peat is a composer as well– and draws some inspiration from the work of Glenn Gould), this work is a kaleidoscopic meditation which reflects on many facets of vulnerability: intimacy and distance in relationships, homelessness–‘the man curled into a comma by the TD Bank’, even a newborn baby after a difficult birth.

Film: a beautiful, five-minute videopoem about the aftermath of the end of a relationship ‘El fin de la existencia de las cosas/The end of the existence of things’ by Dalia Huerta Cano. Just watch it.

19 – What are you currently working on?

More hairy tumbleweeds for the next book. The work world offers plenty of material!

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Saturday, December 06, 2025

Ongoing notes: the ottawa small press book fair (part two, : Jean-Sébastien Grenier, Colin Quin + Cora Siré,

[Manahil Bandukwala, sitting the Brick Books table] 

Further to what I picked up at the most recent edition of the ottawa small press book fair [see my first post on such here], an event now thirty-one years old. What the what? And you’ve been catching my posts from the recent Toronto fairs, yes? [see my fourth post on such here]; and did you see that Vancouver poet Jane Shi is starting a site for reviews as well?

Ottawa ON: Curious to see emerging poets Jean-Sébastien Grenier [see his six questions interview here] and Colin Quin [see his six questions interview here] self-publishing small chapbooks, presumably aimed for release at our small press fair. From Grenier, comes the chapbook BLOODORANGES, A DOZEN (2025), a title released in a “limited printing” of thirty copies; from Quin, it is the small chapbook Death Jester (2025), produced sans date, colophon or author biography. Both titles hold a table of contents at the offset, which I always consider unrequired for small publications such as these. I mean, if you’re dealing with twenty pages or less, roundabout, one should be able to find everything rather quickly.

Quin’s poems in Death Jester revel in the short sequence, in the gestural response, writing first-person meditations and expositions. “So, I tested the priest’s confessional creed / I’m rehearsing the book of subliminal verses / until it becomes second nature.” he writes, to open the poem “The Bent Knee.” “I imagined disobeying god / and caught my tongue playing with a razorblade / like it was a lollipop. // That’s the shadow-law of god.” Quin’s lyric offers a youthful vibrancy still seeking itself out, feeling out language and thinking, working out a series of gestures and response via the lyric. “Oh Death!” the fifth poem of his similarly-titled sequence, utilized as repeated prompt, begins, “You chain-smoke men like cigarettes.”

While working similar elements of exploratory, the pieces in Grenier’s BLOODORANGES, A DOZEN are a bit more meditative, darker; less shaped by line-breaks and visual space than in Quin’s chapbook, although offering curious elements of pause, of lyric stretch of phrase. With elements of occasional antiquated language, both titles provide important first steps towards the work that hopefully they both might get to, attempting to best determine how and what they write; further absorbing influence to find their own individual ways through and into themselves.

Before the Metamorphosis, Hearken 

If lost, blinded through a worm-lit foliage,
Licked by whispers burrowing in your ears,
Do not be petrified by what you may hear
In their saliva-shrewd chaos language.
Keep steady through the chattering mosaic.
And hold firm through the fires of fear. 

In this strange forest, let your fear crystallize
As a kaleidoscopic music box of knowledge. 

Listen. When your pirouette slows again,
and the forest’s a gorgon’s hissing wig,
Behold, the maddened carnival jester
Raising a jack-o’-lantern of laughter! 

A figure illuminating the flicker of your smirk
As you struggle to recall the crescendo of its worth.

Montreal QC: The latest from Montreal writer Cora Siré is the chapbook Moonlight Recipe for Disaster (Montreal QC: Turret House Press, 2025), following a handful of poetry, fiction and hybrid/memoir titles, including Fear the Mirror: Stories (Montreal QC: Vehicule Press, 2021). Moonlight Recipe for Disaster is composed as a first-person lyric sequence in seventeen numbered sections, reminiscent slightly of a prior recent Turret House Press title, Montreal writer Claire Sherwood’s chapbook-length sequence, Eat your words (2024) [see my review of such here]. So perhaps get your food-related lyric sequences off to James Hawes during their next open reading period, everyone.

1. Pick a knife with a red handle.

 

To avoid a massacre, make sure the knife’s not too sharp. Also, not too blunt.

Time can be lost with futile sawing, and there’s the risk of repetitive motion injury. 

Sharp is to blunt as poetry is to memoir. It’s a matter of the knife’s edge, the blade where imagination cuts into memory.

I’m prone to self-harm either way. 

Especially tonight when my creativity’s stalled and the moon is holding her breath.

Siré’s sequence curls and whirls through a meditation around elements of the work and life of Ottawa-born writer Elizabeth Smart (1913-1986) [catch the piece I wrote on Smart for Geist a while back here], specifically her infamous 1945 novel By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, swirling lyric threads across a tightly-woven lyric. Her poem offers the structure of a sequence of recipe steps and general cooking advice, weaving elements of Smart’s example and ethic, amid far broader, and more specific, meditation and life advice. I’m intrigued by the way she builds her sequence of prose lyrics, and would hope that this lands in a full-length collection at some point, although there’s a part of me that would want to see this piece expanded, furthered. I feel as though the potential of this piece might be far more, somehow, through Siré’s sharp eye. Perhaps I need to be paying more attention to the work of Cora Siré.

4. Onion, onion, Zwiebel and cebolla, viciously chopped.

Cry, cry, cry to the count of three, a waltz that evokes a writer. I haven’t thought of Elizabeth Smart in a long, long time. There’s no ratatouille in By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept. It’s all fierce passion. Not a single banal chopping action to be found in the novel.

James Spyker's table of handmade items,

Friday, December 05, 2025

J.R. Carpenter, Le plaisir de la côte / The Pleasure of the Coast

  

between the ship and the quay
lies two metres of incompressible ocean 

two metres of light between the edge
of the sea and the horizon

I only recently received a copy of J.R. Carpenter’s Le plaisir de la côte /The Pleasure of the Coast (Pamenar Press, 2023), a curiously-bilingual title by the Canadian-expat UK-based artist, writer, and practice-led researcher. Carpenter is the author of a handful of books and chapbooks (such as one from above/ground, a while back), including the recent Measures of Weather (Swindon UK: Shearsman Books, 2025) [see my review of such here]. There aren’t too many Canadian writers working so purposefully across multiple languages in such a way: Erín Moure [see my review of her latest], Oana Avasilichioaei [see my review of her latest] and Nathanaël, for example, might work different threads of multiple languages through certain of their works, but less a simultaneously-produced mirror text, or counterpoint, a structure that seems closer to the novel L'homme invisible / The Invisible Man (Penumbra Press, 1981) by Franco-Canadian poet and writer Patrice Desbiens. As part of a note at the back of the collection, Carpenter writes: “In 1785 King Louis XVI appointed Lapérouse to lead an expedition around the world. The aim of this voyage was to complete the discoveries made by Cook on his three earlier voyages to the Pacific.”

Constructed as a quartet of sequences, of increments and precisions—“La côte incrémentielle / The Incremental Coast,” “La côte technique / The Technical Coast,” “La côte grammaticale / The Grammatical Coast” and “Route de La Recherche / Route of La Recherche”—Carpenter composes her accumulated moments across a great distance; composing a line, a study, around an invisible centre, slowly given shape. Further to her articulations around the weather and attending language, Carpenter discovers the lyric held within such small points, distilled into a lyric of stillness, lines and absolutes. “here I enjoy an excess of precision:,” she writes, “a kind of maniacal exactitude / a descriptive madness [.]”

I leave for another world
as for a coasting voyage 

I make a sketch of the land
commencing with those parts 

which were the least liable
to change in appearance 

I savour the sway of formulas
the reversal of origins 

The ease which brings the anterior coast
back from the subsequent coast

One might think that Canadian poets, albeit but occasionally, sure to love to write about explorers, with examples including Vancouver poet George Bowering’s classic George, Vancouver (Weed/Flower Press, 1970), the late Montreal poet Robert Allen’s Magellan’s Clouds: Poems, 1971-1986 (Montreal QC: Vehicule Press, 1987) or Barrie, Ontario poet damian lopes’ poetry-multimedia installation Project X 1497-1999, his work that explored the “discovery, technology and colonialism by using the internet to re-examine Vasco da Gama’s first voyage from Portugal to Africa and South Asia in 1497-99,” although none, one might say as well, in any kind of straightforward way. For Carpenter, the details of her particular explorer are utilized as building blocks into something else, something other; utilizing the structures of language, document and philosophy, blending and repurposing elements to allow for a new line composed down her own articulations of coast, as she offers as part of her note at the end of the collection:

The title and much of the text in this work borrows from Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text (1975). The word ‘text’ has been replaced with the word ‘coast’ throughout. The détourned philosophy is intermingled with sketches and excerpts from the scientific writing by the French hydrographer Charles François Beautemps-Beaupré, Introduction to the Practice of Nautical Surveying (1823). Artistry, philosophy, hydrography — what’s missing. Ah, yes, fiction. And women. This gap is filled by Suzanne, the first-person narrator of Suzanne et le Pacific. In this early novel by Jean Giraudoux, published in 1921, a young French woman wins a trip around the world. She become shipwrecked, and survives alone on a Pacific island in roughly the same region surveyed by Beautemps-Beaupré 1791-1793.

I have retained certain antiquated syntax from these texts. I have appropriated, exaggerated, détourned, corrected, and corrupted both the original French and the English translations of these texts. Who, then, is the author of this work? The author is not dead. The author is multiple: multimedia, multilingual, polyvocal. “Which body?” Barthes asks, “We have several.”

This work is imperfectly bilingual. All errors in translation, transcription, and interpretation are my own.

 

Thursday, December 04, 2025

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Rodrigo Toscano

Rodrigo Toscano is a poet living in New Orleans. He is the author of twelve books of poetry. His latest three books are WHITMAN. CANNONBALL. PUEBLA (Omnidawn, 2025, a National Poetry Series finalist), The Cut Point (Counterpath, 2023), The Charm & The Dread (Fence, 2022). His other books include In Range, Explosion Rocks Springfield, Deck of Deeds, Collapsible Poetics Theater, To Leveling Swerve, Platform, Partisans, and The Disparities. His poetry has appeared in over 20 anthologies, including Best American Poetry (2023, 2004), and Best American Experimental Poetry (BAX). His Collapsible Poetics Theater was a National Poetry Series selection. His poetry has appeared in the Boston Review, Poetry Magazine, The Bennington Review, The Kenyon Review, The Harvard Advocate, Georgia Review, Yale Review, Conduit, and Fence. rodrigotoscano.com

1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?

My first published book was Partisans (O Books, 1999), though, a previous manuscript, The Disparities, had been accepted by Green Integer. That was published two years later. Partisans represented for me further validation of my growing reputation among several avant garde milieus. But basically, it was just a box of books that was handed to me by Leslie Scalapino (editor) on a noisy street corner in the Mission District in San Francisco. I gave some copies to local poetry friends and mailed a few to poets in NYC who I admired.

My most recent manuscript is a book of 100 sonnets. Each line is 10 syllables exactly. Like my recent five books, this future book blends philosophical, critical-ideological, and street-level existentialist thought into a quirky demotic that’s (hopefully) fit enough to confront the times we live in.

I suppose my earlier work was decidedly more haute in its approach to diction. Partisans is more Susan Howe than say, Frank O’Hara, though the book is clearly on its way towards formalizing Toscanoese as my lingua franca.

How does it feel to be fluent in Toscanoese? It’s an odd fit at union or environmentalist work meetings, but it’s been quite the political mating call over the years. Aren’t all poets erotics?

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction? 

I seem to have a great deal of word-stick. Like on flypaper, words get stuck in my head, before plot lines of any kind. I mouth them, ruminate over them. I toss words around like beach balls into unexpecting social gatherings. Words act rather reserved at first, until they discover their native crazed inner cores. Bach is my greatest poetic influence. I’m happiest when cracking open single words and spinning variations on their energies.

3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?

I’m either writing poetry, or I am not. I don’t fiddle-faddle in the between zone. Once I strike a tone, or historical perspective, or angle of inquiry, I don’t stop till I have a whole book. My desire is to be a contemporary and write like one. I got this overall aesthetic, I think, from the Roman poets. Zeroing in on contemporaries, to me, is the highest form of poetry. Maybe that’s why I’ve never spent a single second in the Rilke cult, or the Oppen cult for that matter.  I’ll surely catch flak for this, but I’m generally put off by too much ellipticality in meaning-making.  

In terms of my process, I’m a notepad hand scribbler. I don’t think left-to-right, nor the opposite, but diagonally right to left, then loop around in swirls. It’s very hard to decipher afterwards, even for me. I also like to keep argumentation real loose for as long as possible, until I smush together strange bed fellows, and tighten up the whole deal with titanium bolts.

4 - Where does a poem usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?

I’m miniaturist. I chip away at medium-small stellae. I don’t have long velvety lines like a Jorie Graham, which I greatly admire. I pop out Monk-like cluster chords seemingly from nowhere. My poetics seems to be a balance of improvisation and fugal development.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?

I always imagine any poem of mine as being read in public, yeah. The ideal settings for each poem, however, vary. Some are dim-lighted lounge poems to be read quietly and received even more quietly, others are hammerhead sharks thrashing in the face of dismayed audiences. 

6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?

I’m an ardent student of archeology, philosophy, history, economics, political and social movements, and aesthetics. I’m also hot on to people’s weird-think wherever I can find it.  

In my opinion, the most pressing question for a U.S. poet (and the frayed citoyens of nations the U.S. is dragging with it to the gutter) is, what might be the Geo-Political GPS of current culture-making (poetics being a subset of culture-making). That’s it. Location first, subjective babble, second. My new book, WHITMAN. CANNONBALL. PUEBLA. (Omnidawn, 2025) is largely about that.   

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Do they even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?

I can’t prescribe anything for other writers, but for me, it’s important to be as historically aware as possible, taking into account the dialectical relationships between classes, nations, and empires; that is, to be maximally mindful of all that goes into the creation of cultures and attitudes of one’s time.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?

I’ve had very liberal and generous press editors for the most part, editors, who bend “my way.” On some occasions they’ve contested my pieces, or parts of my pieces. I push back when necessary, but I also cede to their recommendations quite a bit. If you look at my home webpage, it reads Poet, Rhetor. Those two archetypes contest each other on a daily level.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?

“At all costs, write”— something like that (I forget who said it). I works for me, I think, but again, only if and when I’m in writing mode. Come to think of it, I disagree with that advice. I would actually encourage most young poets to always keep the option of quitting very close to them, especially American poets. If they’re just writing out of sheer egotism, and little else, then the poetry is likely to be deficient of all that goes might to into Public Address. Langston Hughes is a master of avoiding needless egotism.

10 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?

I write best between 5:00 a.m. and 8:00 a.m. submerged in warm tub water, a towel over the lamp above me to dim the lights just right. 

11 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?

I stop writing. I respect stalls. My default thinking is that I have nothing to say, that’s for a reason, a reason that goes quite beyond me. I have to be completely empty of anything to say, before firing up another round of something to say.

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Laurel Sumac (native to Southern California / Northern Baja California). Eucalyptus bark. Sea salt in the mouth.  

13 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?

Noting people’s speech rhythms and intonations is key for me. Musical principals, techniques, and harmonic effects, are foremost in my mind.

14 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?

Man, I don’t want to get into this writer idols thing. I’ll say that right now, I pay closest attention to the poets of the Baton Rouge and New Orleans scenes. That’s plenty a barometer in order gauge what’s going down. There’s some rip-roarin’ poets down here, let me tell you.

15 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?

What I really want right now is to have my latest manuscript of 100 sonnets published! I really do think that the collection will make a significant contribution to the art of sonnet writing in the U.S.

16 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?

Wait. I do have another occupation. I’ve worked in labor movements, environmental and public health for over thirty years. But if I were to click my heals and pop into another reality, I would have loved to be a composer of music, maybe in a band). But honestly too, I often daydream, “wouldn’t it be cool to be a public poet!” 

17 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?

Poetics is the discipline of the between of all disciplines. Who couldn’t be madly enthralled by that?

18 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

Henry Goldkamp’s Joy Buzzer and Dylan Krieger’s upcoming No One Is Daddy are two books I really love. Edgar Garcia’s Cantares too. There’s so many.

I’ll admit, I was very moved by Taylor Swift’s The Eras Tour movie. I went to a matinee in the early winter of 2023, and I literally was the only one in the theater for about half of it.

19 - What are you currently working on?

I’m currently working on a new round of dialogues on poetry. People can check out The Dialogues I’ve done so far, with people like Julie Carr, Paisley Rekdal, Roberto Tejada and others.   

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Wednesday, December 03, 2025

Brandon Kilbourne, Natural History: poems

 

On the trail of oblivion’s beasts,
their lives now nothing more
than tales sealed down in deposits
of bones sown epochs ago,
we have traveled across the globe
in search of their fabled remains
as this glacier-scraped latitude,
the lengths ventured to retrieve
their stories like something out of
the myth of seafarers after the gold
of a ram’s flayed fleece, its wool
lying at the world’s known edge
lustrous as a hearth’s flame— 

Leaving camp each morning,
trudging over dips and tussocks
of moss and following the treeless
valley, we come to the outcrop,
set about the sweat-beading business
of shoveling away overburden,
combing the hillside’s scree
for the telltale hue and texture
betraying weathered-out bone,
scrappy inklings leading us
to where in the quarry we’ll settle
on our knees, our focus trained
on the revelations of broken strata. (“Gilled Beginnings”)

The full-length debut by American poet and research biologist Brandon Kilbourne, and winner of the Cave Canem Prize, is Natural History: poems (Minneapolis MN: Graywolf Press, 2025), a collection described as one that “illuminates the intersections between science and poetry and brings the role of the evolutionary biologist to life.” Poets have certainly been attending and mining scientific information and research for moons, but there is something of Kilbourne’s approach reminiscent of such as American poet Lorine Niedecker (see also: “Lake Superior”) or Ottawa poet Monty Reid (specifically The Alternate Guide, although he’s long written about and through his work in natural history museums—Drumheller’s Royal Tyrrell Museum and Ottawa’s Museum of Nature—across multiple collections): the poems as a result of the research that emerged from their day-job, allowing the poems as a kind of secondary and extended response to that initial data. “Carcasses / hand-arranged from field notes resurrect / the world without handprint smokestacks,” Kilbourne writes, in the third poem in the six-part sequence “Dioramic Idylls,” “pretend we haven’t devoured the Earth, / leaving our eyes to probe their glass / eyes. Their thick skins’ presence / dissolves the distance, / anchors in the firsthand fauna / of photographs and nature films— [.]” There is something of the sense of not only what Kilbourne has learned through his years of studies, but what else he’s learned, what elements and truths not directly related but essential to that particular craft. He speaks of the natural world and its possibility, but also its inherent fragility, threatened through progressive and entirely destructive human activity.

Set in four sections of poems—“THE CURIOUS INSTITUTION,” “MEMORY MUSEUM,” “DISPATCHES FROM ELLESMERE” and ‘BLINDFOLD WONDER,” along with a Forword by the Pulitzer Prize-winning former United States Poet Laureate, Natasha Trethewey—there’s such a thickness, a heft, to his lyric, offering poems that push entirely through his subject with incredible detail, moving through information as only a poet might, seeing connections and movements across a wealth of possibility. He writes scientific detail from a foundation of knowledge, but just as much beauty, wonder and a sense of magic, as the poem “The Oceanographer,” a poem subtitled “Inspired by the Carta Marina of Olaus Magnus,” begins: “I know the swirls and eddies of these seas / like the lines navigating my own palms. / I have traveled the seas to all the world’s / corners—spice harbors beyond the map’s / borders, merchant ports brimming with ducats, / the rock face caves of runners and smugglers. / My time on these waves has wizened my brow, / while the salt winds have gnawed my hair brittle / and lashed knuckles clenched round my raised spyglass.” There is such joy, such appreciation, through these poems, composed as explorations through enormous possibility. Or, as Trethewey writes as part of her introduction:

Among the perspectives of explorers and scientists, visitors and guides of Natural History is that of the poet himself. As a research biologist working more than twenty years in natural history museums, Dr. Kilbourne has examined the artifacts and plumbed their meanings. The result is a complex meditation on wonder and devastation of the natural world and an elegy for the earth by an observer who sees, clear-eyed, the ways it “premonishes disappearance.” Aptly, the wonder of the poet is likened to a marvelous universe wherein early trips to the American Museum of Natural History kindled the desire for scientific knowledge long before the understanding of its dark underbelly.

The opening poem of the third section, “The Location We Look For,” subtitled “Arriving on Ellesmere Island,” that includes: “The location we look for lies underground, / now a memory repressed down in rock / recalling this island before it was even / an island, where a fish and its near kin / tinkered with fins to bear a body’s weight / and free themselves from water, back when / this land beneath our feet sat at the equator / and was teeming with tropical swamps, / horsetail forests towering above the water, / before its landmass traveled the oceans, / tectonic clockwork conveying its shores / to the Arctic amid drifting continents.” Or the ending of the poem “Dead Reverence,” that reads:

Tending to this skeleton on this far northern
outcrop, jacketing its fragile form with layers
of moistened toilet paper following by layers
of wet plaster, we unearth this fossil with a reverence
that I’d wager was alien to this fish when alive:
long without any flesh to devour or motions
to still, its ramshackle remains at last unlock,
like diorama fauna revived by our imagination,
the due awe never found while it was breathing.


Tuesday, December 02, 2025

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Monday, December 01, 2025

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Guy Elston

Guy Elston is a UK-born, Toronto-based poet. His debut collection is The Character Actor Convention (The Porcupine's Quill, 2025). His poems have appeared in The Literary Review of Canada, The Malahat Review, The Ex-Puritan, Grain, Geist and elsewhere. He is a member of the Meet the Presses collective.

1 - How did your first book or chapbook change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?

Publishing my chapbook Automatic Sleep Mode gave the confidence and direction to focus more on what I’m better at, moving away from more directly ‘confessional’ stuff to the kind of persona, character and dialogue work that makes up a lot of The Character Actor Convention. 

They encourage you to ‘find your voice’ as a poet. Finding that ‘my voice’ could be many voices – or that I could push my voice into many different personas – was very exciting for me.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?

As a kid I wanted to write fiction, not poetry. I wrote some bad short stories. A turning point was picking up Raymond Carver’s collected poems and realising I preferred his poetry to his short stories. Then the bug bit me.

I like the idea of poetry as literary popcorn, literary snacks, literary hors d’oeuvres. You can eat something mind-bending and delicious. Then another, but sadder. Then another, but funnier... and you never really get full. Just tired.

3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?

Poems tend to either come together fairly quickly, or not at all. (Apart from the ones that take years. Or never get finished. Or started.)

4 - Where does a poem usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?

Poems start in my notes app, graduate to the notebook, and then to the laptop. I like the move between the different mediums to test, break and refine. 

For The Character Actor Convention, it’s very much a book of individual poems. I’d like to work on something with more of a full-length concept in future.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?

My poetry tends towards the page, and I’d usually rather read a poet’s work myself than hear them do it. But I’m getting into the performance side of poetry more, which I think is necessary given the theatricality of a lot of my poems. I like doing readings, particularly when they’re full of hundreds of adoring fans.

6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?

My girlfriend teases me by describing my poetry as - ‘What if a chair was sad?’ - and really, can you think of any greater theoretical concern than that?

I don’t see my poetry as truth-telling, proclamation, or a call to action. I see it more as storytelling, and I like being comfortable with ambivalence and uncertainty.


7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Do they even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?

The only role of a writer is to exist. While writing, I suppose.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?

Essential, and something I’ve really enjoyed. Shane Neilson helped me to push my poems into new forms and places. Thanks, Shane!

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?

I thought that Kathryn Maris wrote something like ‘If you want a life in poetry, you can have one’. But now I can’t find this quote anywhere. Perhaps I dreamt it?

10 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?

Not much of a routine – writing poems happens in and around everything else. The notebook stage of writing a poem, which is the biggest chunk of the creative part, typically happens in parks, at the lake, or late at night.

11 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?

Books, news articles, random magazines, Wikipedia. Non-fiction is usually what gives me a jumping off point – if I read enough interesting stuff, something will get me going.

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Horses.

13 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?

Any other type of artform – definitely.

Science – very much so, I love getting ideas from science articles and headlines. Part of the fun comes from my inability to think scientifically.


Nature – not at all. I can’t write about nature. I think it's already speaking for itself.


14 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?

My most influential poets would be people like Simic, Tate, Strand, Szymborska, Milosz, Selima Hill, Michael Bazzett, Matthew Sweeney. Robert Browning. People with an inclination towards storytelling and/or a pinch of surrealism.

15 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?

Write some kind of Pale Fire-like metatextual piece with fictional footnotes from unreliable historians and such.  I know I have to try.

16 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?

When I was a child, adults would tell me that I should become a lawyer when I grew up. At least that didn’t happen.

17 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?

I can’t remember wanting to do anything else. I loved reading from when I was very young. I remember being about 8, and saying something like ‘when I’m reading a book, I feel like I’m in another world’, and my sister rolling her eyes.

18 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

Book – The Hearing Trumpet by Leonora Carrington. A wild and empowering ride.

Film – I finally saw Metropolis the other day. Kick ass!

19 - What are you currently working on?

More, more of the same! But better...

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