Sunday, June 22, 2025

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Cara-Lyn Morgan

Cara-Lyn Morgan is a citizen of the Metis Nation and the descendant of enslaved people in North America.  She was born in Oskana, the area commonly known as Regina, Saskatchewan, and her work explores cultural duality, decolonization, motherhood, and the historical and present-day impacts of colonization.  She currently lives and works in the Greater Toronto Area.  She is a wife, mom, gardener, and neighbour.  Her first collection, What Became My Grieving Ceremony was awarded the Fred Cogswell Award for Poetic Excellence and was followed closely by her second collection, Cartograph.  Her third book, Building A Nest from the Bones of My People, has been warmly received since its release.

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

When I made my decision to go to art school and to study writing and visual arts, I had a foreboding sense that I had disappointed everyone.  As the child of an immigrant, it can often feel like you are on a set path of success and there’s a great deal of anxiety that surrounds a life choice that threatens “security.” I had a feeling that my parents felt I was indulgent and somewhat petulant in my choice, believing that writing was essentially a “hobby” and that I should explore options that were much more stable, writing in my spare time.  But I believed that I had a story to tell and that I was worthy of the investment to tell it, so when Thistledown accepted my first manuscript and my book was eventually published, I felt very vindicated and validated in my choices to that point.  The physical book felt like proof that I was not just writing as a way to entertain myself.  

My most recent work is a complete departure in style and in content from the previous two works.  This is because I am a completely different person than I was when I started telling stories, specifically ones about my family.  Since I first published, I have become a wife, a mother, someone who understands the mechanics of editing, someone who understands colonization and intergenerational trauma differently—I simply navigate the world from very different eyes.  I’m a matriarch, and I feel a greater responsibility to this current book because it is a new legacy for me.  These family stories are uncomfortable and sad, so I have shifted from writing “love letters to the family” as my previous books have been described.  But no, maybe that’s unfair.  This collection is a love letter to the family as well, because it was written out of a deep love and loyalty.  I wrote this collection because I love my children and I want them to know where they come from.  

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
I began my studies at UVic thinking I was a fiction writer—I fully expected to write novels.  But part of the curriculum was to do introductory courses in a variety of media and I was blessed to study in one of Tim Lilburn’s poetry classes.  He told me early on that my work was important and no one had ever said this to me.  I had always felt like writing was a luxury that I indulged in and was kind of good at, but no one had ever read my work and said “this work is important and people should read it.” I found that poetry was the medium that worked for the stories I wished to tell.  It was the medium that connected with how I walked in the world—paired down, hyper focussed.  It was the closest thing to painting and visual arts (which I was also studying) in a writing style, and so it felt very organic and familiar to me.  There’s a purity in poetry, it is the embodiment of art for art’s sake—we spend a great deal of time and energy creating it and are rarely compensated financially for the work we do.  It’s a shame but it’s beautiful as well.  

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 first two books were written rather quickly and came out relatively close to each other, within a few years I believe.  This current one took a great deal longer, for a variety of reasons.  First, it deals with very fresh trauma which I experienced in real time, recorded as journal entries as a mechanism to process the trauma, and then wrote into poems.  Simultaneously, I met my future husband, got married, and was quickly pregnant, all while navigating a totally alien reality without my family (as I knew it) and dealing with post-partum anxiety, post-trauma stress, and a gamut of other things all culminating at once.  So, the book took much longer to conceptualize and to flesh out.  I remember editing and revising while my newborn slept on my shoulder, being interrupted mid-thought by her as she stirred.  I no longer had endless time to work, my time was no longer my own.  

In terms of my process, I normally begin writing long-hand through a process Tim Lilburn taught me called “emptying the hands” where I basically write subconsciously, just a stream of thought for a set amount of time without editing or even reading it back.  From there, I return to the writing a few months later and comb through the rambles to find a good line or thought, phrase or feeling, and that is usually where the poem comes from.  They are born there, and I build from that.  I’m also a note writer—I find scraps of paper with short lines of poetry or phrases which I compile over time and sometimes those become the poems.  

Definitely my writing at the beginning of my career looked very different in draft than it did as a finished collection, but I feel like this current work had a much more cohesive flow and content—I knew what I was writing and why, so it came together for me.  The order of poems, for instance, stayed relatively consistent from draft to draft.  

I would also say that one of my main editorial tricks is that I have no problem sacrificing my lines—some writers get very attached to a certain line, or image, or phrase, but I am not this way.  I am happily ruthless in the culling of words if it makes for tighter writing.  

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 think currently I do write with a collection in mind—I have become a much more conscientious writer as I have matured.  This is, I think, motherhood, and the necessity to use my time as efficiently as possible, as so little of it now belongs to me.  I used to have a lot of space in my life to writing about just everything and anytime in an attempt to find beauty.  I have experienced a lot of changes in my life over the past decade and those changes have altered my perspective and my approach to writing.  These days, I eek out a bit of space for my work and have to get written what I need to write with the awareness that at any moment some aspect of my life will emerge, and that if I have not writing my thoughts down I may not get an opportunity to do so again.  So I write very feverishly these days, my poetic lines are shorter and my images are more plain.  This is because likely a small child has popped into my poetic space to ask a question or be comforted, or whatever it is they require at that moment.  I lose lines and thoughts and phrases just as my children lose their cleats, this piano music, their matching socks.  

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
I love reading my work in public, even though I am an introvert by nature and relatively shy person (though I am often accused of saying this falsely because I am able to mask my shyness after four decades), I have always enjoyed readings.  I think this is because I write poetry to be read aloud, it is an aural art form and part of a storytelling tradition that feels good to me—this is the good medicine of our Elders.  Storytelling is healing, and so reading feels like that to me.  
 
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?
Definitely I have many concerns with my work as it is rooted in family, history, and is extremely intimate.  In my current collection, I had to be extremely aware that the story I was telling was about my own perspective and my own experiences of trauma, despite the collection being centred on the family, their experiences, admissions, stories, memories, etc.  I wanted to ensure I was telling the stories without adopting any one else’s trauma, and that I was fair to my own perception and my own navigation of a very difficult circumstance.  I actually had to rewrite the collection in the editing phase when I became aware that a family member who had read one of the drafts was feeling extremely stressed and vulnerable due to some of the stories I had decided to tell—there are no words that I could ever write that would be worth putting that kind of pain in to the world, so I made a choice to rewrite.  My publisher was generous in allowing this, and I think the work was far more successful as a result of this.   In terms of questions—I am always trying to answer the questions about who I am, and where I come from.  I have always been interested in family stories and the ways in which they influence how we walk in the world. Now that I am a mother, I also seek to write in a way that will help my children to understand our history-whatever that may be.  I think as a Metis person and as someone descended from enslaved peoples, there will always be mystery.  There will always be questions about who we were, and what our people endured to get us here.  I want to write down everything I know, as I understand it, so that they will have access to their own stories.  

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 speak to all writers but I can speak to poets, who I believe have an essential role in society.  Poetry, with its curated lines, holds up a mirror to society in a way that perhaps other genres do not. It is hyper-focussed—we are the recorders of the precise way that dust flutters in a ray of sun, of how the swirled bark of a tree feels when we place our finger tips on it.  We consider the daffodil, the pucker of sumac in the hinge of the jaw.  Poets remind us that we are interconnected, that we are all relations.  And poetry is a genre that is the embodiment of art for arts’ sake.  We write because we are drawn to create work, not because of the promise of financial compensation or even because of the desire to be read.  Poets quietly record the world almost in opposition of attention, and I think that in a world that is constantly demanding attention and is constantly seeking a wider audience, we need that.  

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
Absolutely essential.  I think that outside editors remind us that not everyone navigates the world as we do.  They are so important to helping us see beyond our own writing—I often hyper-focus on whether I should be using a semi-colon or if I broke my line before or after a specific word, and miss that something I have written can be interpreted in a completely different way or that from a cultural perspective may mean something other than what I had intended.  When we are creating work that we intend to send out in to the world we have to do so with the understanding that no everyone will understand what we are saying and not everyone will be engaged, and having an outside set of eyes grounds the work by letting us block interpretations.  Often editors will say to me “you said this, but did you mean to say this other this?” and if I don’t want a line or a stanza or image to be read in a certain way, I can use language an other poetic tools to block that reading.  

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
Rest is resistance.  This is something I take extremely seriously as a woman who is both Indigenous and the descendant of the trans-Atlantic slave trade. Generations of trauma and oppression have disregarded the need for women (especially women of colour) to engage in rest and self-care, and self-reflection, and quiet contemplation.   But someone once gave me the permission to rest, and they explained that it is the greatest form of protest.  I try to live by this.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to visual art)? What do you see as the appeal? 
I think these two genres serve very specific purposes in my life—I have always loved colour and texture and visual art (both creating and observing it), and so here’s a tactile connection for me between the creation of visual art.  It feels like physical story telling, but is also extremely humbling because it is 100% open to the interpretation of the viewer.  Painting, for me, leaves no room for me to say “No, I meant to say this” when someone looks at my work and tells me “I see this.”  I just have to accept that interpretation and remind myself that we all see the world only through the eyes that we have, not through what people tell us we must see.  Poetry is more about expressing my thoughts.  I have always written to save myself from carrying the heavy stuff.  Writing poetry releases these stories from my brain, and perhaps, from my responsibility.  So that I can continue to grow and evolve and look for new ways to record the world as I see it.  

11 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?  
Nowadays, my routine is dictated 100% by my family and children specifically.  I no longer have a regular writing practice, and instead seek to find time where I am able.  I supposed I have become a very undisciplined writer but a relatively disciplined mother.

12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
I never worry when the work slows down.  Sometimes I think this happens to give me space to process information so that I can write it better, sometimes it is because I have new stories and experiences unfolding that will eventually become work.  I am proud of the work I have created, and I have always had the feeling that if that is all I was ever meant to write, it would be ok.  That said, usually the “stall” is just a regeneration period, and the work reveals itself either by way of experience or inspiration.  

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Grass.  I have prairie bones, so wet crops. Alfalfa.  The moments before rain falls.  These are prairie smells, that is my home.  

14 - 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?
Family stories are my biggest influence.  I have always been interested in memory and how our memories change from person to person, and how all families seem to have that collective desire to speak of the past.  Even if the past they recall is sterilized or even fabricated, there’s a human-ness to sitting at a table late at night and falling in to recall.  I have always loved to hear these stories, and as I have grown to better understand the world, I even appreciate the difficult stories.  I feel deeply that our ancestors, those who know the story’s ending, want us to tell stories because stories are how we heal and grow.  

15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
I am very interested in non-fiction work currently—I love Helen Knott’s memoirs.  Becoming a Matriarch speaks to me so much, that book came in to my life exactly when I needed to face my own evolution.  The Hon Murray Sinclair’s memoir Who We Are is also close to my heart right now.  I feel like everyone needs to read that book to better understand this country and how to further reconciliation within it.  Bad Cree by Jessica Johns is another recent read that I really enjoyed.   It seems I’ve taken a break from reading poetry.  

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

I’d like to go to culinary arts school and open up a bakery that caters to people with food allergies.  I have a child with multiple life threatening allergies and have spent a great deal of time and energy learning how to give her food experiences that are relevant culturally and also safe, and I feel like in a perfect world I would have a beautiful little bake shop where people can come in and feel safe and have an experience that makes them happy about the food they are experiencing.  I’d sell dairy-free ice cream and nut free pastries, sesame-free bread and beautiful chocolates.  

I used to make allergy safe candies to sell at local markets, and I can’t even count the times that someone would try them and start to cry.  A mom once said she had never shared a chocolate bar with her son before.  I’d love to keep giving people those kinds of moments.

17 - 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?
Well, I spent 20 years as a uniformed officer with Canada Border Services Agency, and in fact, I wrote most of my first draft of my first book sitting in one of those booths where you show your passport.  For some reason that is very funny to most people who know me only as a writer.  And the fact that I write poetry is always so mystifying to anyone who knows me only as a law enforcement officer.  These days, I teach police officers Indigenous culture and history and reconciliation.  But I would have liked to have been a baker or a pastry chef.  How different a person I would have been though.

18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
I was taught to use writing as an emotional tool early on, to help process the trauma of my parents’ divorce and other adverse events.   I journaled and wrote so that I wouldn’t be overwhelmed by things I was experiencing as I grew up, and now I use writing to process intergenerational trauma, and to send stories in to the world so that I do not carry them alone.  I have always written, so I it doesn’t feel like it was ever a choice.  I just did it.  

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

As mentioned above, Helen Knott’s Become a Matriarch is top of mind.  I also loved Sinead O’Connor’s memoir Rememberings.  It takes a certain bravery to write a memoir and though I write a lot about my life through poetry, it feels some how easier because poetry comes in breaths and snippets.  I have always love reading the memoirs of interesting women though, and these two are extremely interesting.  In terms of films, I feel like I have been watching Disney cartoons exclusively for the past seven years but recently I took a flight and re-watched the 1986 version of Little Shop of Horrors with Rick Moranis and Steven Martin among others.  That is a great film, I have always loved it but realized that I didn’t understand what I was watching when I had seen it as a child.  I loved the music and the singing and thought it was funny at times, but sometimes you have to revisit these types of stories once you’ve lived long enough to have been through some things.  They hit differently now—but man, the music in that movie is still so good.

20 - What are you currently working on?
I’m working on a collection of stories about homecoming—I recently travelled to my dad’s birthplace in Trinidad and Tobago and my mother’s/my birthplace in Saskatchewan and have been looking at ways in which returning home after learning painful truths about your family feels different.  I travelled to many of the sites of my own childhood traumas, spoke to myself as a child in those places.  I think there are some interesting poems coming out of those recent travels.

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Saturday, June 21, 2025

John Phillips, Language Being Time

 

THE POINT

Why add more
words to the
too many there
already no one
pays much
attention to or
acts differently
after reading
as if the point of
it all were acting
differently which
hopelessly it is

It took some time for me to get to, but I am finally moving through British poet and expat currently living “in the hills of central Slovenia,” John Phillips’ fifth full-length poetry collection Language Being Time (Shearsman Books, 2024), a book that follows his Language Is (Sardines Press, 2005), What Shape Sound (Skysill Press, 2011), Heretic (Longhouse, 2016) and Shape of Faith (Shearsman Books, 2017) [see my review of such here]. His short lyrics each sit the small measure of a koan, thoughtfully offered and considered, held with a small turn. His are not the extreme and casual densities of poems by such as Cameron Anstee [see my review of his latest here] or the late Nelson Ball [see my review of his selected poems here], but something quieter, looser, and at times, more flexible, subtle.

He writes in small turns, poems that occasionally offer a narrative hinge mid-way, where the poem might alter direction, or a straight line heading somewhere other than you might have been thinking, through a deeply thoughtful and engaged poetics. Listen to this short poem, “DISPENSATION,” in full, that reads: “History begins / when loss is / saying what / no one present / understands / this going / towards when / & where / no tense / makes sense [.]” As well, I appreciate this note set just at the end of his acknowledgements, hinting at further engagements, which I would be interested to hearing more than this single hint of what is most likely far larger, and ongoing (including with another favourite of mine, American poet John Levy): “Certain poems are from collaborations with John Levy and James Stallard in which we responded to each other’s words.”

REPLY

This poem isn’t written
until you finish
                          reading it


 

Friday, June 20, 2025

Planetaria: Visual Poetry by Monica Ong, with a Foreword by John Yau

 

At the beginning of her marvelous book, Planetaria, Monica Ong declares her intention with an epigram taken from Chien-Shiung Wu, a Chinese-American particle and experimental physicist, who was known as the ‘Queen of Nuclear Research’:

The main stumbling block in the way of any progress is and always has been unimpeachable tradition.

Instead of aligning her writing with an established, avant-garde agenda, Ong has defined a fresh trajectory that arises out of living in the diaspora while being aware that we inhabit an expanding universe. By incorporating family photographs, Chinese star charts, astrology texts, scientific diagrams, unwritten and neglected histories and biographies, and symbolic language, she is able to synthesize aspects of the microcosmic and macrocosmic into something original and disruptive.

Ong’s visual poems replete with charged language expose the obstacles shaping an individual’s life. Motivated by a propelling desire to dissolve the constraints of literary tradition, gender bias, family history, and cultural beliefs, she has intervened in classical Chinese texts and written shaped poems in praise of women scientists, always making something new (John Yau, “Foreword”)

I would say you absolutely have to get yourself a copy of Planetaria: Visual Poetry by Monica Ong, with a Foreword by John Yau (Trumbull CT: Proxima Vera, 2025), a stunningly-intricate blend of visuals and text as simultaneous poetry collection, experimental memoir, visual poetry assemblage and fine art catalogue. Planetaria is a book on family, constellations, loss and storytelling, wrapped in a visual array of wistful gestures and grounded expression. If you aren’t aware of Connecticut-based American poet and artist Monica Ong [see her ’12 or 20 questions’ interview here], she is also the author of the poetry debut Silent Anatomies (Tucson AZ: Kore Press, 2015), selected by Joy Harjo as winner of the Kore Press First Book Award in poetry, with further work appearing in numerous journals including Scientific American, Poetry Magazine, and in the anthology A Mouth Holds Many Things: A De-Canon Hybrid-Literary Collection (Fonograf Editions, 2024), among other places. Planetaria is swirling with full-colour gloss, as Ong collages text on maps of constellations and an archive of family photographs that weave stellar cartographies and mythologies across a tapestry of storytelling, family story and song. Her gestures are heartfelt, visual and far-reaching, ever looking to the stars to hold what the ground allows. As she writes: “This interactive poem takes the form of a lunar volvelle. As the moon reveals its ever-changing shape, so too does the poem that radiates from the volvelle’s heart. Fear not. During the full moon, my father’s mother will watch over you.”

I find it interesting that Ong includes a back cover blurb by Los Angeles-based poet Victoria Chang, as the pieces here are reminiscent of the interplay between the collage-visuals and prose stretches of Chang’s own stunning non-fiction project, the deeply intimate Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief (Minneapolis MN: Milkweed Editions, 2021) [see my review of such here], a book that also writes of memory, history and mentors. Through both volumes, there is a particular collaboration between the visuals and the text, each one reacting to the other to create something that sits amid and surrounds them both, wrapped into a single, sustained image or narrative thread. The images that Ong collages and employs here are not there to accompany her text, but exist as one half of a larger structure along with those texts, offering different structures and purpose from piece to piece, from visual poems to what appear like large visual art displays to more subtle blends of image and words. While other contemporary visual poets might be attending smaller, even sequential, works that interplay visual and text, such as Canadian poets Kate Siklosi, Gregory Betts, Gary Barwin or Erín Moure, Ong’s Planetaria is an expansive, full-bodied book-held installation, a structure my dear spouse suggested was closer to the blend of collaged image and text of what British Columbia-based writer Nick Bantock began with his debut novel Griffin and Sabine: An Extraordinary Correspondence (Raincoast Books, 1991), the larger narrative structure of the work including visual and physical elements, although Ong’s doesn’t share the design and narrative (convoluted) intensity of Bantock’s novels. And while this collection does include a startling array of visual poems, I wouldn’t call this a collection of visual poems per se, as Ong’s visual poems are but part of a much larger and complex multitude of text and image structures, with much of the collection built out of works that work to interplay and collage the elements of visual and text, but more in way of conversation or counterpoint than as a sequence of individual pieces where one form isn’t able to be removed without the whole structure collapsing (whereas this might be me simply splitting hairs, admittedly). This is absolutely beautiful, and narratively complex. As the poem “WOMEN’S PLACE IN THE UNIVERSE” writes:

Odd number. Odd girl. One is an observation. The other, a polite indictment. She preferred to arrange her studio against the laws of symmetry, her way of saying up yours to Confucius and his man-pandering precepts. No matching pillows, tilted walls, her father’s books all perfect bound yet bent like a wormwood granny’s feet.

Imagine a woman’s calculations opening up the sky, the sun’s orbit but a mole on the lip of solar clustered nipple. How she spilled the milk from the glass of her astronomer eye knowing it would feed another hunger in another womb of time.

Mathematics were just foreplay. There is nothing wrong with being easy. Any man can scribble odes to flatter a goddess of the moon. She turned her garden into a laboratory to decipher the secret turning of the stars. Behind the ecliptic strung up crystal, she glimpsed her face in the lunar mirror’s  gleam.

Infinite planets. Her endless ether. There are those whose greatness grows in shadow, whose outer limits the spotting of blood cannot contain.

 

Thursday, June 19, 2025

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Holly Flauto

Holly Flauto's book of poetry, Permission to Settle (Anvil Press), is a CBC Books pick for Best Canadian Poetry of 2024. The memoir-based poems fill in the blanks of the application to immigrate to Canada, while investigating the implicit biases in the colonial system of boxes and check marks that still seek to categorize "the other" and to harness it in the face of reconciliation. Holly grew up moving between the USA and South America; she immigrated to Canada in 2008.  Holly teaches creative and academic writing in the English department at Capilano University.

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

This is my first book! And it’s certainly changed my life. The biggest change is my own confidence in my writing and the willingness to tell people “I’m a poet!”

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

I’m not sure I can confidently say I came to poetry first. See now that I said above I am more confident saying I’m a poet, now I have to admit that I’m not. I have published both short stories and essays – and I love storytelling on the stage. I think the idea finds it’s genre for me most often. As ideas emerge they sometimes pull themselves into poetry or maybe from poetry to fiction or creative non-fiction.

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 feeling a very slow start right now to my next project, but Permission to Settle came quite quickly. I even have lots of poems that didn’t make it into the collection.  My first draft looked very different for the book. I considered the poems as one long poem, and it was only after getting some editorial and mentoring support that they became more individual poems.

4 - Where does a poem or work of prose 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 feel like I generally start with an idea that seems like it will be short, but then it goes somewhere else sometimes.  I find that I obsess over the same themes for a while where similar lines or shapes or ideas keep repeating across different pieces of writing. So, I’m often working on a theme through a few pieces, and then sometimes those will kind of merge together in something longer.  Sometimes the theme moves forward and sometimes the short starting pieces just get to then hangout on their own.

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


I love readings! Love, love, love. I love talking to other writers, I love the audience questions, I love it all. The book has been a portal into being able to do that. I wrote my book to be in conversation with the reader, and I love how that can happen in real time in public readings.

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 reoccurring theoretical concerns, I think, are about identity for one, and then with that comes relationships and family. And there’s always the current of exploring inequity and privilege and how we normal immigration and inequities. Theoretical underpinnings of antiracism come from academic writing and composition, and the work of Asao Inoue about the systemic racism inherent in how we assess writing and grammar.

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 think the role of the writer is to be in conversation with what’s happening in the world around them – with world being defined however they’d like. The writer can bring ideas forward and into other people’s thoughts and conversations and writing and art. We all build on each other.

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

Essential. The real difficulty is getting back in the mind space after that period of time when you’ve released the work as the best that you can do right now.  So there’s that initial reluctance to change something because it means work, even when you see it’s the right direction. I have to think of it as a bit of an uphill part of the trail, where you need to push yourself a little.

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

Write what you are afraid to write about. (Thanks, Rachel Rose!)

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to fiction to memoir)? What do you see as the appeal?

Easy! But only if I’m ok with it changing as I’m writing. Hard when I’m trying to stay in one genre with an idea and it won’t stay there. It becomes a more difficult project when the idea has to change to fit the genre instead of the other way around.

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

My best writing is done when I stick to a routine, but for some reason, I don’t do it with consistency. I am most productive in community – writing groups, online and in person.

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

Writing events – public readings, really – are the most effective form of inspiration for me. Art museums sometimes, maybe something I’m reading too, or a writer being interviewed on the radio or a podcast. But hearing writers talk about their work and ideas and hearing them read in a space with others is when my ideas notebook fills so quickly.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Garage. Is that a fragrance? There’s a certain smell of the garage at my mom’s house. It’s dead leaves and boxes and memories and somehow the ice cream in the outside freezer.

14 - 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?

I love to sit in an art gallery and write. I have so many poem fragments musing about pieces of art. I don’t think I’ve ever thought to revise these for submission anywhere, strangely. But art

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

I feel like I could never list all the writers or writings I find important. One that always resonates with me is Leonora Carrington. I love the magic of her stories and how they feel like painting and stories and myths and truths and dreams all at the same time.  My book came into it’s form after reading Chelene Knight’s Dear Current Occupant. I learned through that book that a whole book could be one poem really and  I could be so indulgently memoir-y in poetry.

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

I’d like to finish a novel. I have one almost done – but it’s been in that state for almost years now. It is my white whale of a project.

I wonder sometimes if I should give up on it and start another one. I have a story that keeps asking me to complete it – and I’m pretty sure that completion is novel-length. I’m resisting.

17 - 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 love teaching. I had a brief career in upscale retail management that I also loved. Dream careers if it’s all possible:  improve actor, artist of large scale paintings, photojournalist, talk show host.

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

Compulsion. I have to write. It’s an undercurrent of anxiety that’s always there.

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

I’m not a very astute film watcher.  I am very sensitive to violence on screen – domestic violence, other violence, et al – and the intensity of seeing that and hearing it and feeling it is often overwhelming, especially when I don’t expect it as part of the story. And it’s so often part of the story.

The last great books were The Hearing Trumpet by Leonora Carrington, Dandelion by Jamie Chai Yun Liew and All Fours by Miranda July.

20 - What are you currently working on?


Great question. I just finished teaching for the year, and I’m having trouble transitioning back into writing mode. Teaching is intense! I made a list of ideas compiled from all my scraps of ideas penciled or typed all over the place. It has about 20 ideas on it. Then I highlighted four.  I’m trying to pick one. Maybe others can weigh in? Should I choose idea 1, idea 2, idea 3 or idea 4?

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Hajer Mirwali, Revolutions

 

January 22

In 1994 Mama gave birth to me in Amman on
her way from Baghdad to Richmond Hill and
Mona with wood sand metal electric motor
transported us to the first home we were
exiled from. Two daughters of a revolutionary
split. Two mothers of a contracting uterus
waiting to be Palestinian again. 

Past noon. Shadows cast by a swinging
mobile are longer, higher. 

Repetitive sounds mimic Mona’s repletion:
whirring projector light, needle hitting
copper thread. Mama held my slippery body
to her chest. Mama’s slippery body on my
chest. She asks if I have ever listened to
+ and –. Grains of sand flowing through one
another. Every daughter grain resorbs her
mother grain as first foreign body. Lives her
whole life with that inside her. 

I later fix “Mona’s repletion” to repetition to
repletion. Mona so near bursting every line she
erases reconfigures its genes to another line. 

Every time Mama asks what I am writing
I only say + and –.

The full-length poetry debut by Hajer Mirwali, “a Palestinian and Iraqi writer living in Toronto,” is Revolutions (Vancouver BC: Talonbooks, 2025), a collection that the back cover writes “sifts through the grains of Muslim daughterhood to reveal two metaphorical circles inextricably overlapping: shame and pleasure. In an extended conversation with Mona Hatoum’s artwork + and –, Revolutions asks how young Arab women – who live in homes and communities where actions are surveilled and categorized as 3aib or not 3aib, shameful or acceptable – make and unmake their identities.” Composed as a book-length suite, this collections weaves and interleaves such wonderful structural variety, offering a myriad of threads that swirl around a collision of cultures, and a poetics that draws from artists and writers such as Mahmoud Darwish, Erín Moure, M. NourbeSe Philip, Naseer Shamma and Nicole Brossard, writing tales of mothers and daughters; and how one self-edits, keeps hidden, and also provides comfort, solidarity. “Yes,” Mirwali writes, as part of the poem “January 23,” “a very good daughter who loves / her motherlands and her God. // A daughter more or less. // A daughter + and –. // Never the same twice.”

Structured as a book-length sequence of eleven poem-sections, each of which are set as individual poem-clusters—“3AIB,” “CYCLE GENERATOR,” “MEETING + AND –,” “HOURGLASS PROCEDURE,” “OPEN GUIDE OF PALESTINE,” “BORDER TONGUE,””OUD INTERRUPTED,” “RAMADAN RECORD,” “GROOVES OF ONE OR MANY XXXXXXX’S,” “REVOLUTIONS” and “SIFT”—weaving through conversations with her mother, swirls of text, erasures, ekphrasis, visual poems and first person description and reportage: “Waiting for the long Baghdad night to fall // down the mountain fold / fragments of rock for riverbed // between our homes he shields / his body over mine // storms of earth not rooted enough / eyes of sand and red sky // after it settles we sweep / a new day or the same long night // rub against other nights making / grains more and more circular [.]”

In the “NOTES” at the back of the collection, Mirwali clarifies how the collection, as well, exists in conversation with and response to a specific work by British-Palestinian multimedia and installation artist Mona Hatoum: “Much of Revolutions is a response to Mona Hatoum’s artwork + and –, which I first encountered online in March 2016 and in person January 2019 at the exhibition Open Works. Art in Movement, 1955-1975 at Le Pedrera in Barcelona.” As the Museum of Modern Art website writes, this particular piece (1994-2004) by Hatoum “is a large-scale re-creation of the kinetic sculpture Self-Erasing Drawing Hatoum made in 1979. Replacing conventional artists’ tools (pencil and paper, paint and canvas) with a motorized, toothed metal arm and a circular bed of sand, Hatoum mechanizes the practices of mark-making and erasure. At a rate of five rotations per minute, the sculpture's hypnotic and continual grooving and smoothing of sand evokes polarities of building and destroying, existence and disappearance, displacement and migration.” Through Hatoum’s piece, the cycle of creation and erasure exists on an endless loop, without anything new created or gained, set in a single moment of yin and yang. And yet, whatever else might be swirling through these poems, this is a collection that is also centred around that core of mothers and daughters, and how one navigates such a relationship to emerge as an individual self separate yet connected and interconnected; with all else, one might offer, as a means through which that articulation might best be explored, from meditation to conversation, citation and direct quotation. “Heaven lies beneath a mother’s feet.” she writes. “What is at her centre?”

What becomes fascinating is in how all of these moments that Mirwali articulates connect across distances, moving from collage into coherence, writing the interconnectedness between each of these disparate narrative threads. As she writes as part of the section “BORDER TONGUE”: “Sand in an hourglass falls in concentric circles until the space is filled then reaches back to where it fell from. I take photos of the camera’s small screen send them to Baba in Iraq.” She writes of multiple points of departure and relationships to people, to individuals, to geographies and geopolitical crises; she writes of home, of hearth. She writes of the contradictions of where the heart may go and how one connects to the world, seeking solace and urgency, a connection to where part of her might always remain, as the sequence “HOURGLASS PROCEDURE,” a poem subtitled “(twenty-minute poems to be read in two directions),” offers:

Have I stopped caring about Palestine?

I want to go skating

Want to eat hand-pulled noodles

To live alone

I want to be a mother

Again I want to listen to the oud

Naseer Shamma would not have written “Layl Baghdad” if it weren’t for the mirage



Tuesday, June 17, 2025

Mia Ayumi Malhotra, Mothersalt

 

Like an object from space, birth language is a sign of alien life: Mucus plug. Meconium. Also the language of newborns, with its twisted syntax of sleepless nights and bleary, milk-washed mornings. Rooting, latch. Fore- and hindmilk. For now, this private lexicon of flutter kick, swim. What feels like a heart, tumbling through the body. (“MOTHERSALT”)

From San Francisco Bay Area poet Mia Ayumi Malhotra comes the collection Mothersalt (New Gloucester ME: Alice James Books, 2025), following her full-length debut, Isako Isako (Alice James Books, 2018) and subsequent chapbook, Notes from the Birth Year (Bateau Press, 2022) [see my review of such here]. “I am beautiful with you. I wear you emblazoned across my face,” she writes, as part of the title prose sequence, “herald of my life to come.” Set with opening and closing poems on either side of three sections of meditative, first-person lyrics, Mothersalt expands the boundaries of her Notes from the Birth Year, offering a book-length suite of poems that provide an exploration, a grounding, on pregnancy and mothering, motherhood and family. “Tell me again about mothering. About the form it takes.” she writes, to open the poem “ON MOTHERING.” There is something deeply intimate and immediate about how she approaches these poems, akin to notes from a journal, carved and honed across graceful lines and still waters, run deep: “How language dawns slowly,” the opening poem, “WHERE POEMS COME FROM,” offers, “then all at once. / The dry, whitish lid working its way, reptilelike, / up the bird’s eye. This isn’t really about the duck, / the pointing. The point is that I saw you seeing / a creature for the first time—paused motionless / on the bridge, bits of debris shifting understood. / Every day you make some new utterance—ball, / more, meow—closing the space between the world / you live in and your name for it.”

Mothersalt exists as a book of breath and simultaneous exploration of the interplay between lyric and motherhood, and how one might inform or shift the other; of a rich and densely-lyric musicality, one that approaches the poem from the foundation first of form. It is fascinating to see the shape of Malhotra’s approach, focusing her lyric as a conversation around form, both poetic and personal, and how the boundaries of each might be expanded, well beyond anything she might have expected. “Tell me about the form mothering takes on the page.” she writes, as part of the poem “ON FORM,” a poem that also includes:

When I became a mother, my lines began to grow less regular, less sculpted—and this itinerant prose did not adhere to shapeliness.

Instead it spilled from birth into death and questions of beauty, arranging itself as it wished.

An artful, yet imperfect text.