Sunday, September 20, 2026

Nathan Dueck, Nathan Russel Dueck (1979— ): Mortifications

 

NATHAN RUSSEL DUECK 
(1979-2003)

Before the ink had even dried on the contract, Nathan announced the news from atop a chair in the computer lab so everyone within earshot would know he’d soon to be an honest-to-goodness published author. A friend from a graduate seminar rushed over to slap him five. “I can’t wait to get my hands on the book,” he said. Then he stage-whispered, “You know what this means, right? We’re both going to be neck-deep in tang!” Nathan stepped down and led his friend by the arm into the hall, stalling to mull over what he said. Sure, he’d enjoyed himself many a refreshing glass of orange-flavoured crystals dissolved in tap water in his day—who hasn’t? By why did he have to share with this guy? Nathan sputtered, “I could sure go for some Tang right now! If it’s good enough for astronauts, it’s good enough for me.” The friend sighed. “Poets, man. You never make a lick of sense.”

The latest from Cranbrook, British Columbia-based poet Nathan Dueck is the “debut memoir” Nathan Russell Dueck (1979— ): Mortifications (Winnipeg MB: Turnstone Press, 2026), a curious assemblage of prose-echoes and repetitions blending memoir, lyric and a possible bending of fact (I would like to see the numbers on his claim of being “a worst-selling Mennonite author,” for example). Each individual piece, none more than a page in length, are set beneath similar headstone-esque titles, including “NATHAN RUSSEL DUECK (1979-1992),” “NATHAN RUSSEL DUECK (1979-2006)” and “NATHAN RUSSEL DUECK (1979-1994).” As the back cover description provides, this collection “[…] is a lifetime collection of cringe-worthy moments that are always true (… ish).” “Nathan cosplayed as a scholar all throughout his youth,” Dueck writes, to open the piece “NATHAN RUSSEL DUECK (1979- ),” “donning pleated trousers. Oxford shirts buttoned up all the way, and cardigans with elbow patches. The part in his hair was always severe. When he finally became a professor, his students couldn’t tell if his preppy getup was ironic or sincere. In truth, he couldn’t tell either.”

This is Dueck’s fourth full-length title, following the poetry collections king’s(mère) (Turnstone Press, 2004), he’ll (St. John’s NL: Pedlar Press, 2014) [see my review of such here] and A Very Special Episode (Hamilton ON: Wolsak and Wynn, 2019) [see my review of such here], with a further forthcoming within the next year or so with University of Calgary Press (although it is good to see Dueck returning to his original publisher, here). His debut, a fragmented book-length long poem on and around Prime Minister William Lyon MacKenzie King, is a collection that perhaps remains my favourite of his works overall, at least so far; in part for the cheek of it, writing so playfully (via accumulated fragment) on such a serious yet colourful historical figure, let alone one of Canada’s best-known (and most unusual) of Prime Ministers. There’s long been a playful element to Dueck’s book-length explorations, one that attends form and memory, play and sly jokes, nostalgia and self-doubt, offering a sense of structural play and self-depreciation, bending lines of fact into something else, leaning hard into perspective. As the short piece “NATHAN RUSSEL DUECK (1979-1994)” writes, in full: “Although Nathan faithfully awaited true love throughout high school—admittedly, this wasn’t too difficult since he wasn’t exactly easy on the eyes—he didn’t think it really counted without the officially licensed True Love Waits wristband, so he paid another beta male at the church youth group twenty dollars for his. It was silicone and gave Nathan an itchy rash.” His books-to-date—including his prior collection, riffing on and through the nostalgia of Saturday morning cartoons and after-school specials—exist as book-length studies through a particular subject, each title wildly different than the others. Curiously, a selected poems at some point would be fascinating to see, in part for what kind of framing a potential editor might decide.

The memoir element of a book-length accumulation of self-contained prose pieces could be seen as an echo of Vancouver writer George Bowering’s classic Autiobiology (Vancouver BC: Georgia Straight Writing Supplement, Vancouver Series #7, 1972), offering prose bursts on individual moments, memories and experiences across childhood and youth. As well, Dueck adds the caveat of not only clustering these purposefully awkward and self-depreciating pieces into sections with flamboyant titles—“Rejectio in Perpetuum,” “Ridiculam in Persona,” “Retentus in Pecunia,” “Regior in Propagatio” and “Reprobi in Publicum”—but adds a layer of narrative through subtitles across the table of contents itself. As each piece within the book offers but name and date, the table of contents offers addendums such as “That time Nathan mulled over potential complications of moral philosophy …,” “That time Nathan exhibited a textbook case of white savior complex…” and, referencing the poem fully quoted above, “That time Nathan became a worst-selling Mennonite author….” Throughout, Dueck references what might be his touchstones, including nostalgia, introspection, self-doubt and faith, attempting to reconcile exactly how he might see himself, as to where he has been, and where he might currently stand.

NATHAN RUSSEL DUECK
(1979-1996)

Nathan was one of a dozen or so teens seated around a circular table in an Evangelical church basement as their twentysomething youth leader held forth. “Then this pilot hears from a stewardess that some passengers had disappeared—they were all raptured!” Nathan surreptitiously sat on quaking hands, but everybody else was rapt. “Get this,” smirked the youth leader. “The pilot’s wife and son were taken without him!” Seeing Nathan’s head shaking, the youth leader snarled, “Something wrong, bruh?” Starting at the ceiling panels, Nathan said, “Without my family there, I’m not sure heaven would feel much like paradise.” The table fell silent. The youth leader cracked wise, “It’s gonna be such a par-tay, you’d never even notice!” Glaring at the floor tiles, Nathan added, “But how is that an eternal reward?” “Jesus’s going to separate sheep from goats at the Second Coming,” said another teen in a condescending tone. “Believe you me, you don’t want to be caught up in the wrong crowd.” Nathan pushed away from the table, saying, “I should probably go.” The youth leader waved, rattling his puka shell bracelet. “But will it be paradise without you?”

I’m also intrigued by Dueck’s use of repetition and echo through this prose-poem memoir, a structure utilized by numerous poets over the years, whether utilizing repeated title or not, still beneath a repeated prompt to further the possibilities, including MC Hyland’s The End (Sidebrow Books, 2019) [see my review of such here], Peter Burghardt’s (no subject) (Oakland CA: Omnidawn, 2022) [see my review of such here], Johannes Göransson’s SUMMER (Grafton VT: Tarpaulin Sky Press, 2022) [see my review of such here], Samuel Ace’s I want to start by saying (Cleveland ON: Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2024) [see my review of such here], Sawako Nakayasu’s remarkable The Ants (Los Angeles CA: Les Figues Press, 2014; Punctum Books, 2025) [see my review of such here], and multiple titles by the late Noah Eli Gordon, specifically Is That the Sound of a Piano Coming from Several Houses Down? (New York NY: Solid Objects, 2018) [see my review of such here] and The Source (New York NY: Futurepoem Books, 2011) [see my review of such here]. Throughout, he returns to that same central prompt of himself and his own memory, a headstone-title set as a firm ground from which to leap, or stand. If a writer really wishes to push into unknown, unexpected territory, it isn’t enough to write five or ten pieces around a particular subject, but twenty or thirty or forty pieces, working through the expected material fairly quickly, leaving only the unexpected to follow, and Dueck’s approach is thorough, and wide-ranging. How far might one push the idea, after all, and Dueck’s clustering of pieces suggest the compositional process provided a sequence of pieces far different than their final order within this collection. Do I know more about the life of Nathan Dueck after reading through this “debut memoir,” one might ask? Possibly, but moreso, I know far more about what he thinks about various events throughout his life. Or, as the piece “NATHAN RUSSEL DUECK (1979-2004)” reads:

The best advice Nathan ever received came from his master’s degree advisor. She made only one comment at the end of the first draft of his thesis: UNCLENCH. From that moment on, he laboured 24.7 to do just that.*

 

 

*Sure, this practice puts him in an early grave, but still, pretty good advice, huh?

 

Saturday, September 19, 2026

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, / Which we ascribe to Sainte-Adèle,

Didn't we just get back from being away? Halifax, Prince Edward Island, and all of that? Well, yes, but we also managed a long weekend at mother-in-law's cottage, a space we barely seem to get to, anymore. Christine had long-ago planned a weekend there with friends of hers (her school-pal Christine, along with husband Matt and daughter, just between our wee two in age). We'd done a prior weekend with them a couple of years ago as well (although I don't seem to have posted about it, so can't recall exactly when that might have been). We landed Friday and remained until Monday morning, so perhaps the longest we've been up there in some time. I spent a great deal of time reading and making notes around new poetry and non-fiction titles, and the children childrened. There was an afternoon that Matt and I took the young ladies to an amusement park, which did amuse, at least. They ran around and caught rides and ate ice cream and got along with each other, which was good. They don't see this Toronto-area friend that often, although I do think Aoife is in semi-regular contact via text message, at least. 

Odd to think how long I've been coming up here, back since that first post from 2008 (and we're probably up here for Thanksgiving again; see my post from two years ago, same). Why is this the first I'm hearing of this amusement park? We should have taken the kids here moons ago. Did you know there's a waterpark here as well? And here I thought this whole region was cute little shops, bistros and skiing, so that just shows what I know. Most of our weekends hiding out in the cottage, but this weekend wandering a bit further, even taking the young ladies thrifting, which Rose and Aoife went a bit mad, for (Matt said he hadn't taken his daughter to such, prior, so this was a completely new experience). There were board games, long stretches of quiet reading, chaos involving "movie night" (a whole day the two smaller ones prepared tickets and snacks to watch their choice of film, Jurassic Park III, and turning it off after five minutes because they both found it far too scary; but at least there were snacks). 

Friday, September 18, 2026

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Kyle Flemmer

Kyle Flemmer is a writer, publisher, and digital media artist from Calgary, Canada in Treaty 7 territory. In 2014, he founded The Blasted Tree Publishing Co., a small press focused on experimental poetics and visual art. His artworks and publications have been exhibited locally and abroad. Flemmer’s other books include Barcode Poetry, Supergiants and TzAR: Pixel Art Anthology.

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 few chapbooks were released in 2014/2015 via my small press, The Blasted Tree. They changed my life in that they were part of the first wave of publications I worked on and helped establish me as not only a new writer, but a new editor and publisher as well. Over the last decade, I have worked for various presses and magazines and now have a career in academic publishing. By putting my own writing out there in this way, I joined a nation-wide community of small press publishers that has slowly but surely reorganized my life around it, and I am now one of the lucky few who makes a decent living in the Canadian book industry.

Recently, I have shifted focus to stand-alone book projects, both in my writing and in my publishing, rather than treating publishing as a form of ongoing creative practice. It used to feel like my whole career depended on a constant flow of poems, chapbooks, books, and other publications. Now that I am somewhat more established, I feel more able to give my attentions to individual projects, which, I hope, lets those projects roam more freely, becoming what they ultimately need to be rather than what I think they should be in order to serve the trajectory of my creative practice. The stakes at the ground floor felt a lot higher than they do where I’m at now. I’m having a lot more fun, feel a lot less pressure, and the work comes out better.

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

In truth, I did not come to poetry first. Growing up, I was big into prose of all types and read very little poetry. I was largely oblivious to the existence of a contemporary poetry scene, and it never crossed my mind that writing poetry was even an option until my early 20s. That changed when a friend showed me Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl.” It blew my mind and prompted me to start taking poetry more seriously, even penning a few lines of my own.

However, poetry still remained secondary to my interest in books more broadly. As an undergraduate, I enrolled in a “great books” Liberal Arts program and initially viewed poetry as “supplementary” to the giant tomes I had signed up to read. It was not until my final year, when I encountered Douglas Kearney’s “Quantum Spit” in a writing class, that poetry truly clicked for me. The poem rewired what I understood text and poetry to be capable of communicating, and from that moment my approach to both reading and writing became oriented toward poetry.

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?

My writing process is all over the map, so far as beginnings go. Sometimes I have an idea that arrives fully formed and I’m able to just dive right in. Other times, I have a murky inkling about a poem that takes ages to bring to the surface. Occasionally, the poem arises through the act of writing itself, and I find it by pushing words around on a page, but, more often than not, I find it through preparatory research. My poems are indeed built from copious notes, but the first draft usually looks more like the final shape than it does my notes. I credit this to identifying the spirit of the poem before I start committing words to paper. I argue that if you want to make a good lasagna, it’s helpful to know what dish you’re preparing beforehand, then fuss over the ingredients as you cook. Nobody makes a great lasagna by chucking ingredients into a pan willy-nilly. Better to have a target in mind. As for my cooking, same for my poems. Once I have a sense of what I want to make, then the practical decisions around form and content can begin.

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 tend to think in series or, in practical publishing terms, in chapbooks. William Carlos Williams described a poem as a small machine made of words, and I feel similarly, though I cleave to the poetic impulse as a small engine that spits out poems. In general, I look for a concept that is capable of producing five or ten or more poems. Variations on a theme, if you will. I am looking for engines that can carry my some distance, and when that engine runs out of gas, I start looking for another. In this way, I will make a half dozen chapbook-length series that then become a book. At the book-length manuscript stage I try to revisit the logic of each series to make sure they all belong together, and sometimes the best changes are the last one that bring the these parts into alignment. In general, the book itself is a distant goal that rarely influences how I start a poem.

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

Not be a diva, but I love participating in readings. I am very much an “on the page” kind of poet, so readings force me to embody my words in a real and public forum, which is hugely informative for my practice. There is a difference between putting some words on paper and putting those same words directly into people’s ears. I used to shake with fear reading my poems, and this fear was obvious to the audience. I was embarrassed and scared, so my poems came off as embarrassed and scared. Overcoming this fear, learning to steer my energy from anxiety to excitement, then from excitement to composure, has absolutely changed the way I write. I make a lot of visual poetry and a lot of poetry I tend to explain before reading (to better translate it from page to stage); learning how to bring my work before a live audience has become a central pillar in my self-confidence as a poet. Now I am usually thrumming with energy, ready to hit the stage and give people a show. That’s the job. I’m not so much performing the poem as a dramatist or spoken word artist (I envy the bravado of those folk), but I hope to perform the text as an extension of my own body, which feels really good most of the time.

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?

The overarching concerns behind my writing are the perennial questions at the heart of poetry itself: What is language capable of? How is meaning created and communicated, received and interpreted? What even is a poem? What isn’t? What is the relationship between form and content? I think, at best, a poem serves, not as an answer to a question, but as an expression of the desire to pose big, unanswerable questions. The point is not to solve the mystery of life, the universe, and everything, it is to celebrate that mystery. I want my poetry to be a point of departure for readers, an encouragement to think differently, to see the world anew, to go beyond what is on the page into an undiscovered territory of their own making. I guess I would say my agenda is not to provide answers or present arguments but to instigate curiosity and further exploration.

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?

All writing, whether hard science or pure fantasy, is a form of documentation, though not so much of reality per se, but of conscious human thought. Writing is the deliberate ordering of thought into a form legible to others. A writer’s job, then, is to hone the craft of documenting their thoughts, feelings, impressions, imaginings, observations, and so on. Writing is a vital part of culture because we are social animals whose identities and beliefs are co-created through interaction with each other. Put simply, writing is a portal into the interiority of another person, and to enter another’s thoughts in this way, to allow their thoughts to enter you, is deeply humanizing and humbling. I have the impression our culture is plagued by an epidemic of individualism, which erodes community by diminishing our accountability to one another. The role of writers today is to foster community by documenting and articulating the full breadth and depth of the human experience.

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

So far, my experiences with editors have been nothing but pleasant and productive, though I don’t involve an editor until late in the writing process. I like to make my own way to the destination before having someone check my work. The best editorial support, in my opinion, addresses big-picture stuff, like the arrangement of a manuscript, rather than ground-level stuff, like specific word choices or line breaks. I usually have a strong sense of what I’m up to in any particular poem—the maneuver I’m trying to land—but I appreciate help ensuring that my maneuvers are apparent to readers and fit within the larger trajectory of the book.

Moreover, I’m fortunate to have worked with editors who didn’t expect me to follow their suggestions to the letter because I tend to extrapolate whole new directions from specific feedback. For instance, while revising my most recent book, The Wiki of Babel, it was suggested that I move the process notes from the back of the book into an introduction to better prepare readers to enjoy the poems. I moved the notes up, but they came across a little desperate, like I was trying to sell readers on my work, so I rewrote the introduction in the neutral, matter-of-fact voice of Wikipedia, which was an improvement. Then I figured the introduction should not just sound like a Wikipedia article, it should actually be one, so I rewrote it again to match the form of an article. But if we’re going to open the book with what appears to be a Wikipedia article, shouldn’t the rest of the book look like Wikipedia also? So I revised the whole manuscript one last time to better mirror the structure and aesthetics of the online encyclopedia. The result is a book that makes its ethos evident so readers have no doubt about what they are getting into when they encounter the poems. This kind of extrapolation satisfies the editor’s specific concerns while making the manuscript more cohesive and stronger overall, and I view this as an essential part of the writing and publishing process.

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

Don’t wait for permission to express yourself creatively, and don’t wait until your art will meet with guaranteed approval before sharing it. The most valuable thing you have to give is an articulation of your authentic self. Nothing you are passionate about is too minor to celebrate, and nothing you fear is reason enough to stop that celebration. You are more like a squirrel than a machine; delight in your activities, take long naps when you feel like it, know that 75% of your efforts will be lost in the woods and the woods would not stand without your efforts. You are not here to work, you are here to live, to spread joy, and to leave things better, more fertile and fun, than you found them.

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 have no writing routine to speak of, though I do have a fruitful writing practice, if that makes sense. To be honest, I only really write when I feel called to. I am a multidisciplinary artist, an editor, a publisher, and a writer, and all those roles intersect and fill my cup in different ways. Some days I can put thousands of words down. Some years I make no tangible strides toward publication. Most days I pursue some aspect of my personal creative practice, be it publishing or writing or digital art, and all is well. That said, creativity is almost never how my day begins and almost always how my day ends. It’s hard for me to get into the mental space to create until the hustle and bustle of the day has settled into the meditative slowness of night. I would rather stay up until 2am sustaining a spontaneous creative flow state than get up early and force myself to write within a predetermined schedule. Ideally, all my days begin slow and all my nights stretch out as long as they need to.

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

Usually other writing. I am a devotee of the Stebnerian way and do not believe in writer’s block. I can’t speak for anyone else, but my brain has no trouble producing ideas for creative projects, both good and bad, more than I could ever possibly pursue. Whenever I lack the inspiration to write, I turn to some other aspect of my creative practice that is not lacking in inspiration. I have many other creative avenues that I hope to explore. On the rare occasion when I have to write but don’t really feel like it, I turn to other writers I admire. Good poetry always makes me think, “Ah hell, I better get down to business.” Nothing stokes my fire like professional envy!

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Oooo, tough question. I am a child of divorce and lots of moving around when I was young, so I don’t really have a single sense of home with a specific scent to refer to. That said, I think the thing that has kept me most grounded throughout life is my relationship with our many family dogs. I’ve lived with maybe a dozen different dogs, and there is something about their smell after basking in the yard on a hot summer day that feels deeply comforting and homey to me. There is no better feeling than when a dog comes inside to check on you on a beautiful day, and you hug it close, and you can feel the warm scent of clover and sun-bleached pet dander wash over whatever was preoccupying you before. For me, this is the mental health magic bullet. The love of a happy dog is the epitome of home.

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?

All the above and more: the internet, video games, live-streamed rocket launches, flowers, rays of light, art galleries, food, feats of athleticism, acts of kindness, clouds, grief, feminism, quantum physics, inebriants, showers, cartoons, mythology, the Dewey decimal system, gardening, satire, subtitles, jogging, cultural festivals, pulp sci-fi films, the prairies, glitch art, etc. But mostly it’s books. Other books provide the model, and while I try to allow all my experiences to feed into my creative practice, I write books largely because I have been shaped by books.

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

That would be a long list, so I’ll stick to a handful of writers that have had an outsized impact on my life and creative practice. Sina Queyras is an exceptional poet and teacher who dragged me into the light of contemporary poetry and experimental writing. Sina found me wandering clueless through literary and creative writing studies and plugged me directly into the community where I fit best. They put me on the path, literally “read these poets, then go talk to them.” Similarly, derek beaulieu switched me on to small press publishing as its own form of creative practice and connected me with publishers across Canada and beyond. I learned from him to create more space than I take up, to let my work circulate freely, and to cultivate the community as much as possible. Kevin Stebner helped me to overcome imposter syndrome and decision paralysis. His views on creativity unlocked my own unstoppable creative impulse, and I have grown into a full-blown artist as a result. Honestly, I could go on naming writing who’ve changed my life in some way. Surround yourself with good, talented people, and you’ll always have inspiration and support ready at hand.

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

As a person in general or as a bookish person specifically? As a book person, I would like to explore new forms in my writing, publish in formats yet to be invented, make more collaborative work, organize a proper multi-stop book tour, maybe win an accolade of some type… nothing too far afield from the ambitions of a typical writer who’d like to make an impact with their work. As for things I’d like to do in general, there are many places I would like to travel and many things I’d like to learn. I want to take a knife skills course and get good at chopping food. I have never seriously attempted to learn a second language, but Spanish has long interested me and I should dive in. It would be cool to run a marathon; even a half marathon would be satisfying. I’ve got a fear of tarantulas I’d like to conquer, perhaps even hold one one day. Sky-diving seems like a rush, that’s a bucket list item, but going up in a hot air balloon would probably scratch that itch. I’m pretty lucky and have had the opportunity to try most of the things I’d really like to do in life, so I’m not carrying around a lot of urgent longing for things left undone.

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?

This is a tough question for me because my occupation isn’t really “writer” so much as it is “editor and/or publisher” with writing on the side. I didn’t realize what I wanted to do as a profession until my early twenties, and, even then, my trajectory was vaguely “something to do with books.” I just knew that I valued books all my life and I wanted to contribute to that field, broad as it is. My writing is a function of this overarching commitment to books because, as a rampant consumer, I thought I should somehow produce as well.

Before writing/editing/publishing took off for me, I was renovating houses with my dad. I come from a working class family, and without the privilege of a quality public education and the opportunity to share my work with likeminded people, I would probably still be doing some form of manual labor. I quite like painting and tiling in particular, demolition as well. Something about the need to proceed methodically paired with the immediate, tangible results of one’s efforts really scratches an itch for me. I can imagine doing this kind of work on the daily, but it is hard for me to imagine caring deeply about any kind of work other than book-related activities.

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

My first book was written largely out of boredom. The second came from extensive research. My third book is an anthology and an expression of love for all the artists in it. My most recent book is mostly just goofing around on the internet. I’m not sure I have a cohesive reason for why I wrote those books as opposed to, say, play a video game instead, but I can say emphatically that I do not write in opposition to some other pursuit. In fact, I have many hobbies and interests that I pursue on the regular, sometimes divergent from my writing practice, other times overlapping with it. What I read influences my taste in films and video games. The games I play are often used as source material for my glitch art. Making digital art has pushed me to learn how to code, and computer programming has, in turn, changed the way I write. In short, I don’t avoid the “something else” when it calls to me. Instead, I try to fit it alongside my writing.

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

Over the last few months, I have been rereading the Dune books in anticipation of the third installment in Denis Villeneuve’s film trilogy. I think my favorite book in Frank Herbert’s original series is volume four, God Emperor of Dune, which tells the story of an immortal, superhuman tyrant who, after achieving godhood, methodically tortures all of humanity, and his inner circle of advisors and bodyguards in particular, for thousands of years until they finally work up the will to overthrow him. The crux of the story is that the tyrant is the architect of his own demise; by goading humanity into seizing its freedom in the long run, he saves our species from an even worse fate at the hands of other, more brutal and chaotic elements of human nature. It is bizarre and heady and oftentimes out of step with contemporary sensibilities about gender roles and good taste, but my feeling is that the book is meant to offend and repulse the reader, who must reject the methods and culture of the god emperor alongside his most devoted followers. Quite brilliant, if you can tolerate the absurd, unsavory bits.

As for films, Arrival, another Villeneuve project, is my all-time favorite, and I re-watch it regularly. I have a penchant for films that are artfully shot but overtly stress-inducing, like Uncut Gems, Civil War, Children of Men, Melancholia, The Substance, Nope, and so on, but Arrival has the opposite effect on my nervous system. It is beautiful and comforting and tragic in a way that feels supremely quotidian and human, despite its extraterrestrial and fantastical elements. Arrival affirms my belief in empathy, language, the scientific method, cultural exchange, de-escalation, feminism, love, and an acceptance of death as the true path to inner peace. It argues that life, with all its high highs and low lows, is always worth living. Brings bittersweet tears to my eyes every single viewing.

19 - What are you currently working on?

I have a couple different book projects in the works right now, but the one I am most excited about is a collaboratively-written graphic poem I am making with a Costa Rican artist known as cap’n. Using retro video game aesthetics and a choose-your-own-adventure-style narrative structure, we are creating a book about living within and responding to the natural world. We are taking inspiration from video games like Super Mario World and Pokémon which have several distinct regions that can be navigated in a non-linear fashion. We are also inspired by games like Super Metroid wherein the appearance and toolset of the playable character changes as they adapt to different regions. Each region will be based on an earthly environ—desert region, jungle region, polar region, and so on—with multiple locations to explore. Because the artwork will be simple pixel art, color will play a big role in expressing our story. We plan to add in some sort of invented symbol system to signpost the different regions and pathways through the book, but our intention is to keep the meaning of the character’s transformations ambiguous so they can stand for many things: evolutionary pressure and learned behavior, personal and physical growth, accumulated trauma and wisdom, souvenirs and contaminants, armor and adornments. There is much more to say about the philosophy of the graphic poem, but I believe we’re onto something beautiful.

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Thursday, September 17, 2026

Ongoing notes: late September, 2026 : Geordie Miller + Sherry Coffey,

You already know I’m reading tonight at Perfect Books in Ottawa, yes? As part of the shortlist reading for this year’s Archibald Lampman Award, reading from my shortlisted title, the book of sentences (University of Calgary Press, 2025). Oh, and this weekend I’m in Toronto with my new poetry title, edgeless (Caitlin Press) and a whole slew of above/ground press stuff participating in the Fisher Fine and Small Press Fair at the University of Toronto. Might we see you?

Sackville NB: From Gaspereau Press comes Geordie Miller’s Love Poems for Landlords (Devil’s Whim No. 54, 2026), the latest from former Halifax-based poet who once had a poetry title with Snare Books (a title still available through Invisible Publishing) [see his 2014 ’12 or 20 questions’ interview here]. There’s an element to the condensed first-person lyric narrative and tone writing on grounded subject matter across a singular, dense poem-shape is reminiscent of what I’ve seen from Halifax poet matt robinson, from what I recall, or Kitchener poet Chris Banks. Online searches do show that he has done a collaboration or two, but not a single full-length since that long-ago debut. Here’s hoping there might be a collection before too long.

Love Poems for Landlords

spring in green deceit leases renewal
hermit thrushes borrow their choruses
from god. oh holy holy the u-haul
amends their hymn, bearing disharmonious
remainders: lime dresser, twin bed, four drawers
the ragged ballad of the second hand
each note just sags like a heavy load, lord
on the windshield of life why must we land
splattered like bugs misguided by moonlight
simulations, scattered in our desire
to be released? The afterlife of flight
arrival—dull roots stirred by our provider
batter our hearts, tender your unit too
month by month we shall remain evernew.

Sackville NB: Produced by Geordie Miller’s (remember that guy?) own project, The High Marsh Press, comes Fredericton poet Sherry Coffey’s chapbook FORAGING (2026). Floating around the internet, Coffey has been publishing, here and there, for some time, but this is her debut as a solo author, winner of the 2025 Deborah Wills Chapbook Contest, and produced in a numbered edition of fifty. The poems that form the chapbook FORAGING are accumulated moments, a dozen untitled poems across a sequence, numbered only through the amount of characters set as each page’s offset. There is something quite delicate about Coffey’s precisions, composing small moments, small intimacies, across a larger tapestry of ongoing attention. “As a child / we grazed at the Fraser pass,” the Whitehorse, Yukon-born poet offers, amid the fifth poem in sequence, “that high saddle / between Yukon and Alaska, / with the bears: // sage, a twitch of twigs / on blue-stained fingertips, / Mother, brother and sister. / Alone, and in clumps.” While her lyrics haven’t the density of a Cameron Anstee or, say, Nelson Ball, there is something of a similar moment she works through each of these pieces; poems that speak for, and around, a depth of attention. One might wonder if a larger collection is forthcoming? One can only hope. As the eighth poem in sequence reads:

Wasps curl in
the diseased cavities
of fermented pears.
Last night they moved with purpose. 

This morning though
just one or two crawl slowly
over bodies,
bypass their history.