Wednesday, November 26, 2025

a (zoom) conversation between Renée Sarojini Saklikar and rob mclennan : December 7, 2025

a (zoom) conversation between Renée Sarojini Saklikar and rob mclennan
on above/ground press
in which they (also) each read from recent work
Sunday Dec 7, 2025 / 7pm EST on zoom


a zoom link will be offered just prior to the event via the facebook event page; or email rob_mclennan (at) hotmail (dot) com to register;

Renée Sarojini Saklikar is the author of five books, including the award-winning Children of Air India and Listening to the Bees. Her essays and short fiction have appeared in literary magazines and anthologies, including Exile Editions, Chatelaine, The Capilano Review, and Pulp Literature. She was Poet Laureate for the City of Surrey (2015-2018), co-founded Lunch Poems at SFU, and teaches Creative Writing at Douglas College. Bramah’s Discovery is the third volume of her epic fantasy in verse series, THOTJBAP, forthcoming in Spring 2026 with Nightwood Editions. She lives in East Vancouver.

Saklikar is the author of three titles through above/ground press: After the Battle of Kingsway, the bees— (2016; second printing, 2019), from The Book of Bramah (2019) and Voices from Planet X ~ speculative verse from the THOTJBAP series (2025).

Born in Ottawa, Canada’s glorious capital city, rob mclennan currently lives in Ottawa, where he is home full-time with the two wee girls he shares with Christine McNair. The author of some fifty trade books of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, his most recent titles include On Beauty: stories (University of Alberta Press, 2024), the poetry collections the book of sentences (University of Calgary Press, 2025) and edgeless (Caitlin Press, 2026), and the anthology groundworks: the best of the third decade of above/ground press 2013-2023 (Invisible Publishing, 2023). The current Artistic Director of VERSeFest: Ottawa’s International Poetry Festival, he spent the 2007-8 academic year in Edmonton as writer-in-residence at the University of Alberta.

He founded above/ground press way back in July 1993, having produced nearly 1,500 items-to-date, the bulk of which have been single author poetry chapbooks. His publishing mantra continues to be: "relentless."

Tuesday, November 25, 2025

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Kate Colby

Kate Colby's books of poetry include I Mean and Reverse Engineer. A book of lyric prose, Paradoxx, just came out with Essay Press. She has received awards and fellowships from the Poetry Society of America, Rhode Island State Council for the Arts and Harvard's Woodberry Poetry Room, and her recent writing has appeared in Conjunctions, Harper’s, Literary Hub, The Nation and The Paris Review. She lives in Providence.

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 book was picked up quickly and then selected for a post-publication award by Rosmarie Waldrop, which set me up for some disappointment with subsequent my books! I had to adjust my expectations. All my books are quite different, but my newest manuscript is probably closest in form and philosophical rigor to my first, so things come around again. But I was in my twenties when my first book came out and now I am in my fifties. I am wiser in a lot of ways, and also much more tired. I am still looking forward at life, but it looks a lot different than it used to and is scarier for reasons that don’t even have to do with mortality. The poems in my first book feel very youthful to me now.

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

Actually, I started as a—sort of—fiction writer. When I was 26 I had my dream job as an art curator and was miserable, so I applied to MFA programs in the Bay Area, where I was living at the time, on the strength of two short stories I’d written. I started at California College of the Arts (at the time it was California College of Arts and Crafts) in 2002 as a would-be fiction writer. My first semester I took a hybrid poetry class with Kathleen Fraser, who was an incredible and uncompromising teacher. Now I write essays and “prose” as well as poetry, but haven’t written fiction since (with one misbegotten exception mentioned in question #12).

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?

Things usually begin as an outgrowth of something I’m reading. Often, there is a lot of note-taking. I’ve hardly been writing at all the last couple of years (except when I’m writing about how I’m not writing, which is not not often), so I have been trying to find a new way into things. No matter how they begin, almost nothing in my first drafts makes it into the last. It’s all about editing into submission for me.

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 think starting with the idea of writing a book would shut me down immediately. Once I have a mass of stuff then I can look at it and ask what it is. I don’t usually know if I’m writing a long or a short thing until late in the process—I try not to ask it those kinds of questions until it become unavoidable.

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

I wouldn’t say they’re part of my process, but I enjoy giving and also going to readings very much. Given exigencies of the world and culture at present, it is increasingly rare to be in a room full of people actively engaged with art and questions about language. I want and need this more than ever.

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 like big abstract questions about consciousness and memory and their relationships with language. For a while now I have been obsessively concerned with theoretical physics and how much humans are capable of knowing about the physical world given the symbiotic limitations of our perception and language. I look for and want ride the line between how the world is and how it seems. My friend says I’m a phenomenologist because she knows I like hearing it.

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 don’t think there’s one answer to this question. Some writers’ work is of a piece with their social and political lives and others’ isn’t. Language is historically loaded and political, so writing is always social and political, including arcane language experiments. I think writers who pay attention to the origins and mechanics of language are important. Niels Bohr said about studying atomic behavior with a microscope made of atoms, you can’t measure a phenomenon with a tool it acts upon, and I think that’s true of language too, but we can’t give up trying to understand what our physical and psycho-social worlds are made of. You just have to acknowledge the limitations. There are writers who have something to say and I just want to see how we say. I love discovering how words work and what they can do.

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

I’ve mostly had great experiences with editors at the presses and publications with which I’ve worked. The older I get, the less I bristle. I love it when others make me sound better.

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

My friend Kate Schapira is better than Ben Franklin. I think I’ve learned more from her about how to be an honest and ethical person than from anyone in my life. One thing she says that I think about all the time and which I believe first came from her mother is that what you practice you get good at, including the things you don’t want to be good at (e.g., beating yourself up, being selfish, etc.).

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

I suppose it’s easy, but it’s also a necessity. Per the previous question, I get good at doing one thing in a particular way and then have to do something different to cure myself of it, which I think is the main reason I move between poetry and prose. Otherwise, I’d keep doing the same thing ad nauseum. If I look away and think in a different form for a bit, I come back with a new mind.

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?

I don’t have a routine, unfortunately. I wish I did, but my day starts at 6:30 with a scramble to get my kids to school, walk the dog, clean up, etc. Before I had kids I never did a writing residency because I didn’t think I needed one, but now I fantasize about it.

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

Visual art, usually. I’m kind of stuck in my method of unsticking at the moment though, and have been trying to write about Edward Hopper’s Cape Cod Morning for five years. I think I’ve written three things now about not being able to write about it. I even started a novel, which didn’t go well at all.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Rotting window sashes

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?

It all goes in there. I think and write about consciousness itself, so everything tips into the work, high and low. Saussure, Barthes, Fran Drescher and Weird Al Yankovic all make repeat appearances in Paradoxx.

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

What a hard question. There are the cornerstones—or what I think of as the cornerstones—but are they really? Do I still need the Black Mountain and Language poets? And Stevens. I think I do. I began there, but my work has gathered and shed a thousand more influences. I think I return to those early influences to remember where I started and to recalibrate. I’m impressionable and have to actively push away trends in writing because I find them easy to adopt.

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

My answer is inspired by your Question #11, above: I’d like to do a writing residency. Three weeks would be nice. I want to write every day, crank something out, take some walks, and then talk about it in the evening.

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 can’t imagine doing anything that isn’t intensely concerned with language. My favorite part of being an art curator was writing catalog essays. Before AI replaced me, I was also a commercial copywriter for a long time and I loved that work—it was like trying on costumes. When I was younger I trained as a dancer but it never quite clicked for me—I think I try to do with words what I never achieved with ballet. I love working with formal writing constraints.

My other answer is waitress. I enjoy the constant motion and intense focus that food service requires.

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

I have two kids, a husband, a dog, and a job! I am mostly doing something else.

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

I’ve read a lot of great things lately. I read Barbara Comyns’s entire oeuvre twice in two years, which was a joy. I want to write about her, but she’s perfect in a way that I can’t find words to apply to. I just read Duras’s Destroy, She Said, which I suppose is great because I hated it but am still thinking about it. I adored Vigdis Hjorth’s Is Mother Dead, which is a must-read for any woman with a mother.

I go to bed early and read so am not up on film. I will get back to it one day. The last film I saw in a theater was Mickey 17, which wasn’t all that great. I did finally see Melancholia last year, after boycotting Von Trier for 25 years for the Bjӧrk movie, and that was a great film.

20 - What are you currently working on?

For the first time in years, I’m not working on any big writing projects. I’ve been slowly writing some essays and a poem here or there, but otherwise waiting for something to find me. I wish it would hurry because I need to write in order to survive this time of life and history.

But I am also starting a press and art collective called Red Nun with my friends Mary-Kim Arnold and Darcie Dennigan. We’ve talked about it for years, and have only just decided to go for it. In  many ways, it’s a ridiculous time to start a press, which also makes it the best time.

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Monday, November 24, 2025

Eve Luckring, Signal to Noise

 

I hear a voice calling her name.
I can’t tell how far away she is or from which side she answers. 

I can’t tell if she knows I am listening.
I hear her crying.

I’m intrigued by the work of Los Angeles writer and visual artist Eve Luckring, through her Signal to Noise (Chevy Chase MD: Ornithopter Press, 2025), a collection that follows The Tender Between (Ornithopter Press, 2018). Composed around a narrative of a first-person responding to an unnamed “her,” Luckring borrows her title from a phrase for the measure in science and engineering that compares the level of a desired signal to that of background noise; her narrative, then, pings between foreground and background, located between two singular points less fixed than simply on either side. “out of an abundance of caution,” she writes, early on in the collection, “essential workers only / essentially short staffed / frauds accusing fraud / ringing the ears / 26 days / She is still there / and she wants out / absent of time / absent of touch / essential protocols apply [.]”

Held as a long poem, a book-length pastiche of fragments and self-contained lyric and prose lyric moments that layer and accumulate, almost as a novel-in-lyric, offering pointillist moments that build into a curious kind of narrative portrait. There are elements of dream-state, suggestions of a narrator unreliable, perhaps, uncertain of where the truth might lay across her own perception. “Out of the corner of my right eye,” she writes, near the end, “I lean forward and tilt sideways to get a better view. Flutter, wave, wag, flutter. In the tree shaded corner of the sidewalk, atop a thigh-high cinder block wall, what appears to be a large, partially-filled, plastic trash bag flaps back and forth lackadaisically.” There’s an enormous amount of space between and surrounding her poems, comparable to the way northern Ontario writer sophie anne edwards composed her debut novel, A Mouth of Vowels (Toronto ON: Guernica Editions, 2025) [see my review of such here]. Luckring is adept at composing moments,

Driving. The late autumn sun low in the sky, I approach the traffic signal that faithfully announces “you are almost home.” The car slows, rolls to a stop in a long line of others. As I stare absently at the red light, a rattling starts, a familiar pattern, muffled by the loud ruminations that always follow a rough day at work. the right side of my peripheral vision dims; that sound… it’s coming from the same direction…

I turn to look; the passenger window filled with her gaunt face, rageful, spewing. Fierce eyes flash into mine as I realize the latch is being jostled in an effort to open the door. Before I can fully process what’s happening, she hits the window forcefully with her palm and strides back to the sidewalk, ranting as she hurries purposefully in the other direction. The signal now green.

 

 

Sunday, November 23, 2025

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Marc Vincenz

Marc Vincenz [image credit: Jake Quatt] is a poet, fiction writer, translator, editor, musician, and artist. He has published over 50 books of poetry, fiction, and translation. His recent poetry collections include The Pearl Diver of Irunmani, A Splash of Cave Paint, The King of Prussia is Drunk on Stars, Spells for the Wicked, All the Tricks of Language, and, just out, IRØNCLAD.  An album of post-classical music and spoken word, No More Animal Songs, is also forthcoming. His translation of award-winning Swiss poet and novelist Klaus Merz’ selected poems, An Audible Blue, won the 2023 Massachusetts Book Prize for Translated Literature. His most recent translation is In the House, Still Light, also by Klaus Merz. Marc’s own work has also been translated into many languages. His work has appeared in The Nation, Ploughshares, Raritan, Colorado Review, Evergreen Review, Washington Square Review, interim, Plume, Fourteen Hills, Willow Springs, Solstice, World Literature Today, The Notre Dame Review, The Golden Handcuffs Review, The Los Angeles Review of Books and many other journals, periodicals, and anthologies. Marc is publisher and editor of MadHat Press, and with Paul Hoover, co-publisher of the essential New American Writing. Vincenz lives on a farm in Western Massachusetts where there are more spiny-nosed voles, tufted grey-buckle hares and Amoeba scintilla than bipedal hominids.

1 - How did your first book change your life?

My very first published book was an illustrated chapbook entitled Benny and the Scottish Blues. Only around 100 copies were printed, and they ended up with friends and family. The book was a mostly biographical, narrative poetry based on a trip through Scotland—the Hebrides islands by motorbike. Benny and the Scottish Blues was published in 1989 or 1990. I can’t recall exactly, as I no longer have a copy of it. I remember at the time—I had only recently graduated from college—I had such a great feeling of accomplishment seeing my words in book form. By that time, I’d had a few poems accepted in journals and literary magazines, and, as you know there is always great elation even when just a single poem gets accepted for publication; but a book, well that’s another kettle of fish.  From that moment on, no matter what else consumed me in my life (and there were many distractions), I was always writing—both fiction and poetry with the intention of publishing these as books.

How does your most recent work compare to your previous?

Well my most recent work, IRØNCLAD, an illustrated hybrid collection, is coming out mid October with Spuyten Duyvil. I always try and approach a new work from a fresh angle, and IRØNCLAD is my first book that was not written on a typewriter or in word-processing software, but directly into the layout program, InDesign. The reasoning was to try and take advantage of the actual typography of the poem or prose piece. The book is set in the fictional world of The Iron Plier Society, who themselves are trying to make sense of their own archeological record. Fragments uncovered in the geological strata inform the book and the narrative. As you move deeper into the book, you discover, fragment by fragment, artifact by artifact, what appears to be the evolution of a civilization—yet, you can never quite be sure that what you have discovered in the damp earth faithfully represents your progenitors intentions (every interpretation comes with its own set of biases also). And, it is easy to misinterpret those too!

My previous collection, which came out with Unlikely Books in May this year, is the poetry collection Spells for the Wicked, which certainly informs IRØNCLAD. In fact, you might say that IRØNCLAD is the culmination of many years of addressing the subject of mythology and how it informs the later narrative and structure of a given society or culture.

How does it feel different?

Although they are two entirely different books, narratively, linguistically, typographically even, they do address some of the same principles in their own fashion. I consider myself a writer of books rather that a writer of individual poems or pieces of fiction. Much of my more recent work crosses the boundaries between fiction and poetry. In my earlier work, I may have been more concerned with presenting a given poetic form. These days I allow the book to inform me, rather than lying down rules in advance. Essentially though, I always try to approach each book project with a slightly different angle: be it the method for writing it (i.e. handwritten, typewriter, direct to computer), the environment I am writing in, or in some cases with a collaborator, the collaborative process itself. All of these things can significantly influence the outcome and inform the work, sometimes in surprising ways.

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

Actually, I have dabbled in both poetry and fiction since the early days. Probably the first thing I actively wrote was a series of collaborative comic strips with my Aussie friend, Brett Cameron, when I was around 10 or 11 years old. I have been an avid reader of all genres since I cracked open my first book. I was writing song lyrics for my high school bands when I was in my teens; and then I took a class on contemporary American poetry in my junior year of high school. Here I discovered ee cummings, William Carlos Williams, Robert Frost, Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, Langston Hughes, Marianne Moore, Robinson Jeffers, Wallace Stevens, and you might say, I was hooked.

3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project?

That has varied significantly over the years. Fifteen years ago, I spent much time taking notes, familiarizing myself with the world that I was about to immerse myself in—sometimes more than a year—before placing pen to paper. In recent years I am more likely to take notes and do research as I write; and I generally work on several projects at the same time.

Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process?

That varies significantly too. Generally, once I hit upon the first fundamental line or image, the rest comes relatively quickly. The process of refinement is a far longer process for me than the original ‘take’.

Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?

Both. Depends on the piece / book.

4 - Where does a poem or work of prose usually begin for you?

Often with a title, sometimes with a single line, frequently with a visual image of the world I am about to step into.

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?

Book, from the very beginning. I occasionally write a standalone poem, but very seldom these days.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process?

I should say yes, part of—but more so than public readings, listening to audio recordings of my own works. This provides essential sonic information: tone, dynamic, the musicality of the language, which also often informs the written word in return.

Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?

Yes, absolutely. I have hosted several readings out here in the Berkshires, Boston, and New York City, but I have also read throughout the US and UK at many venues, and will continue to do so. As you also know, together with Australian prose poet, Cassandra Atherton, and New York poet and puppeteer, Jeff Wright, I also run the live streaming literary reading series, Lit Balm. Since 2020, we have held nearly 250 readings, and have featured over 1000 poets and fiction writers across the globe.

6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing?

Yes, many: among others, the environment and industry, extinction and habitat loss, autocracy and suppression of ideas, language and protolanguage, rear view reductionism and the emergence of meaningfulness, mythology and ritual, fallacy and superstition, the nature of consciousness and expression, the human understanding of time and a linear narrative …

What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work?

I’m not sure I would call it answering questions, but more posing questions and / or presenting narratives in allegorical form that question given tropes.

What do you even think the current questions are?

Too many to list here, but if I were to boil it down to one phrase it might be:

What is the nature of reality?

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture?

This is somewhat of a loaded question.

As a writer, as an artist, I like to believe that all of us have something to contribute to our understanding of reality, be it in the micro or the macro, or both. Among other things, I believe it should be every artist’s goal to spread and encourage creativity, and a wide-angled view of the world. Every heartfelt contribution large or small should be seen as a net positive agglomeration for future thinking.

Do they even have one?

I can’t speak for others. Of course, we all know there are always those who seek fame and glory, form above substance. Certainly for me it is the journey rather than any specific end goal. Deeply wrought, well-crafted, and heartfelt work that informs as well as sings has always been my personal preference. Just as in all the arts, there are many authors out there breaking boundaries and helping to shape future thinking. So yes, I believe most authors and artists have their own personal credo and their place in society. Many things including trends, tastes and other ongoing polemics predicate how these resonate within a specific community, how they inspire and resonate with, and influence a culture at large. (Which is another conversation worth having.)

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

I have worked with many editors over the years—both with my own work, and at MadHat Press and New American Writing. Editors are essential in teasing works to their greatest potential. Have I worked with difficult editors? Most certainly. Did the processes bear fruit? In some form, always.

At the press, I’ve also had many writers who are difficult to work with, and even those who have scorned editorial advice. Even if it is difficult, my suggestion is to listen intently and deeply consider every adjustment or amendment that your editor proposes. That doesn’t mean you have to agree, but every suggestion is worthy of consideration.

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

Read voraciously, live vicariously, write voluptuously.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to fiction to translation to musical composition)?

There is a natural flow between each of the forms, and as I get older, even more so. I have a short attention span, so it is great for me to have multiple projects in several forms of art going at the same time. I’ll settle in somewhere for a while, but if I feel I’m getting stagnant, I’ll move to another project and return later—sometimes much later.  Also, working in multiple different mediums tends to give you a broader perspective. Each of the various forms inform each other, and help to refine each other.

There is much crossover, in particular with my music and poetry—many of my songs incorporate poems or were inspired by my own poems, and sometimes visa versa.

What do you see as the appeal?

Appeal? I’m not sure that’s really relevant. It’s just the way the creative process works for me personally.

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?

I write on and off throughout the day as and when inspiration arises, however, I also assign 3-4 hours of my afternoon to writing / composing / translating. During that period I allow myself to be completely immersed in the creative process. Typically, I’ll work on MadHat Press affairs in the morning and early afternoon, take my dogs out on an extensive walk after lunch, then hunker in and focus on my own work later in the afternoon.

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

I move to whichever project seems the most inspiring in the moment—whether that be poetry, fiction, translation, music, or something unexpected.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

What fragrance reminds me of where I come from? Probably sea air.

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?

Everything I have read, seen, experienced, tasted, or touched influences my work. All of the above.

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

Many. From the dawn of written record—early literature: the Epic of Gilgamesh, the Odyssey and the Iliad, the Egyptian Book of the Dead, the Analects, the Bible, the Vedas, the Tibetan Book of the Dead, the Icelandic Eddas; to the Renaissance and beyond: Dante, Shakespeare, Goethe … pretty much all religious texts from the canonical to the lesser known. And then, closer to the current age, many poets and fiction authors, including, W.B. Yeats, Wordsworth, William Blake, George Orwell, H.G. Wells, Jules Verne, Edgar Allen Poe, Ray Bradbury, Kurt Vonnegut, Italo Calvino, Kafka, Nabokov, Borges, Burgess, Coetzee, Atwood … the list is immense.

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

Glide gently over a shallow and verdant valley like a bird.

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, for quite a long period in my adult life, I ran an industrial design company in Switzerland and Shanghai—all the while writing at the same time. It was during my 10 years in Shanghai that I wrote my first novel. I would wake up early around 5 am, work on my novel for a couple of hours, have breakfast, then head to the day job. During those Shanghai years, I would work 80-hour weeks. Weekends were not sacred, but sacrosanct for profit-making ventures. Pure capitalism. It wasn’t until I was in my forties that I finally managed to break free and focus on my arts.

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

As I’ve said, I’ve done many other things, but the impetus to write / communicate was always there, and has been from the day I may have first been conscious. Somehow I realized early in my life that I needed a language and a medium to impart / present my whims and whimsies, to bring across my unique or alternate manner of experiencing the world. Words seemed to be the best solution.  As you know, I am also lucky to be blessed with art in other forms too. Anyone of those might have been my primary medium, but language always seemed the most direct.

19 - What was the last great book you read?

I read great books every week, but what I’m currently reading is Theodore Roethke’s Straw for the Fire, which I highly recommend.

What was the last great film?

Good question. I recently find myself increasingly re-watching classics from the earliest eras of cinema, such as Fritz Lang’s Metropolis; George Méliès’ A Trip to the Moon, Charlie Chaplin’s The Great Dictator, or Orson Welles’ Citizen Kane. Recently I also dig a deep dive in animated movies and was incredibly moved by the 2016 film, La Tortue Rouge (The Red Turtle) which has absolutely no dialogue. I am increasingly bored with the current Hollywood mainstream: superhero movies, CGI science fiction and fantasy offerings, and the thousand and one reworkings of classic tales in a modern context.

20 - What are you currently working on?

Well currently I am working on my newest poetry collection, Mythodology; a novel, The Age of Occasions; and a spoken-word and music album to accompany my collection forthcoming with White Pine Press, No More Animal Poems. My translation of In the House, Still Light, Swiss poet Klaus Merz’ most recent collection, is coming out in November with White Pine Press. Several other translation projects are also in the works.

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Saturday, November 22, 2025

Ongoing notes: TIFA Small Press Market/Meet the Presses’ Indie Lit Market (part four, : Neil Surkan + Beverley Daurio,

Again, this blended sequence. [see my first post on such here; see my second post here; see my third post here]. Might we see you later today at the ottawa small press book fair? We’ve been doing this for more than thirty years now, if you can imagine.

Toronto ON/Nanaimo BC: From Nanaimo-based poet Neil Surkan, following the full-length poetry collections On High (2018) and Unbecoming (2021) [see my review of such here], both from McGill-Queen’s University Press, as well as the chapbooks Super, Natural (Anstruther Press, 2017), Their Queer Tenderness (Toronto ON: knife|fork|book, 2020) [see my review of such here] and Die Workbook (Calgary AB: The Blasted Tree, 2024) [see my review of such here] is Ruin (knife|fork|book, 2023), a title I clearly missed when it first appeared. One might think, with at least two chapbooks I’m aware of over the past couple of years, might a new full-length collection be on the horizon? These are short, rather tight, first-person lyrics that run through meditation, reflection and family, whether working a long, extended, poem-long sentence-thought or compact lyric. I’m curious to see how the poems here might fit with his work from, for example, Die Workbook, what the shape of that potential full-length might be.

Reflection

I’ve come to the mirror and seen
myself for the first time 

in years, not as I fear
others judge me mid-chore 

or with love, but as
a creature who peers 

frankly, knowing neither shame
nor the threat of heaven.

Toronto ON: I’m very pleased that Toronto writer Cary Fagan has been producing a series of reprints and reissues as part of his chapbook press, Found Object, with one of the more recent titles by Toronto writer, editor and publisher (of the late and legendary press The Mercury Press) Beverley Daurio, A Broken Cup (2025). A Broken Cup is excerpted from her full-length poetry collection If Summer Had a Knife (Toronto ON: Wolsak and Wynn, 1987), a book, obviously, long out of print. I’m curious if this particular selection exists as a kind of “selected poems,” akin to a “best” of what that particular full-length had to offer, nearly four decades on, or if an assemblage of poems salvaged into a form that felt self-contained (or a bit of both, really). Without knowing the source, it all becomes speculation. “I am a slow writer; the poems in A Broken Cup were composed over several years,” Daurio writes in her short introduction, “Thoughts from a 505 Dundas Streetcar,” “within this newly electric and alive city. These poems may not seem political, but their very existence felt to me incredibly daring. I love Basho and Hopkins and Thomas and Plath, but I was hungry for writing that breathed the air of this place and time.” Further on, she offers:

Re-reading these poems, I am reminded of these times with fondness, of the living and charmed world created by so many caring, brilliant, open-minded people, and the unwavering light that shines from the lanterns they carried.

Before this re-issue, I actually hadn’t been aware that Daurio wrote poems, far more aware of her as the author of fiction (and one of the finest editors of same, through her time as a publisher). The poems have a timeless quality to them, both of their time and immediately fresh, offering clipped narratives across distances, pointed phrases and descriptive patter. I keep hoping from further prose from her, aware that it has been years since she’s released any new work, and this appearance of a reissue does make me hope that there might be further work possible What other gems might be hiding in Beverley Daurio’s files?

driving into winter 

dear mom: just a note to tell you i missed you
by a few hours, went through stop signs,
cranked up the radio, but when i got in
there were three cars in the driveway
and dad was in the hall closet with his face
in your coats, he was hugging your coats.
the whole way up i was driving into winter,
not a slow or subtle winter, there’s just
snow
suddenly. 

not the heart of winter either though
the highway’s rather like a spike
and you can fancy somehow driving it
that there is such a thing as control. 

steven and gregg had eaten and nana poured me a brandy
which i didn’t spill, thanks to the shape of the glass.
the green walls were hung with your
natures mortes, also the painting of the empty
café. nothing really dead in any of them,
no acknowledgement of withered apples lying
useful on the grass, no presumption
of comparison.

dad said the nurses sat you up in bed and
combed your hair. i wish i had a picture
of that. otherwise, it’s so easy to pretend
otherwise.


Friday, November 21, 2025

The Factory Reading Series pre-small press book fair reading, November 21: Stuart Ross, Liam Burke + Amanda Earl,

span-o (the small press action network - ottawa) presents

The Factory Reading Series
the pre-small press book fair reading

featuring readings by:
Stuart Ross (Cobourg ON)
Liam Burke (Ottawa)

Amanda Earl (Ottawa)
lovingly hosted by rob mclennan
Friday, November 21, 2025
doors 7pm; reading 7:30pm
Anina’s Café, 280 Joffre-Bélanger Way

[And don’t forget the ottawa small press book fair, held the following day at the Tom Brown Arena]


Stuart Ross [pictured] has worked in the small press trenches of Canadian writing for 50 years. His new chapbook, The Thing About the Thing in Exile reprints a dozen poems that appeared in his first publication at age 16, plus a new essay. He has published over 20 books, most recently the poetry collection The Sky Is a Sky in the Sky, the Trillium Book Award–winning memoir The Book of Grief and Hamburgers, and the short story collection I Am Claude François and You Are a Bathtub. He has received the Canadian Jewish Literary Award for Poetry and the ReLit Award for Short Fiction, as well as the Harbourfront Festival Prize for his contributions to Canadian literature. Stuart runs the Feed Dog Book imprint for surrealist poetry at Anvil Press and the 1366 Books imprint for experimental fiction at Guernica Editions, and has been running his own Proper Tales Press since 1979. He lives in Cobourg, Ontario.

Liam Burke (he/him/himbo) lives in Ottawa, Canada, on unceded Algonquin Anishinaabe land. He is the winner of the 2023 Diana Brebner Prize, and is most recently the author of status ailment (Anstruther, 2025) and the co-author of Orbital Cultivation with Manahil Bandukwala (Collusion, 2021) and machine dreams with natalie hanna (Collusion, 2021) which was shortlisted for the 2022 bpNichol Chapbook Award. He was shortlisted for the 2022 Austin Clarke Award for a collaborative poem with Manahil Bandukwala.

Amanda Earl  (she/her) writes, edits, reviews, publishes and makes mischief on the unceded territories of the Algonquin Anishinaabeg Peoples. Earl is the managing editor of Bywords.ca and the editor of Judith: Women Making Visual Poetry. Subscribe to her Substack, Amanda Thru the Looking Glass and buy limited edition gorgeousness from Creatively Yours, her forthcoming year-long whimsical collaborative creation with her husband, Charles Earl. Her latest chapbook, her eleventh with above/ground press, is SOCIALLY AWKWARD GHOST (2025). More info: AmandaEarl.com. Instagram: earlamanda.

Thursday, November 20, 2025

happy birthday, Rose!

someone is twelve today. she got us up before 7am to open her presents, of which she was muchly pleased. we picked up her first record player (with bluetooth + cd player) and accompanying case, and a mound of records (a combination of stuff we know she likes and stuff we might hope she likes).

Wednesday, November 19, 2025

Fenn Stewart, women & roosters

 

the earth’s on fire so I go camping

woodsmoke & damp sea air

I know you hate camping, but it’s a thing I do

you’re gonna have to get used to it

The second full-length collection by Vancouver poet and editor Fenn Stewart, following a trio of chapbooks (including one with above/ground press) and a full-length debut, Better Nature (Toronto ON: BookThug, 2017) [see my review of such here], is women & roosters (Book*hug Press, 2025), a book-length lyric suite that furthers her ongoing explorations and critiques of colonized space. “I want to put my foot but there’s nothing there to stand on like a two-by-four that rotted out of the deck my uncle’s fixing with leftover bits of cedar gone like a rotten tooth from a head that wants its tooth back gone like a man with a wife gone like the sleeping bag from the back of my dad’s car in high school” she writes, in an almost breathless rush, early on in the collection. After a space or two, returning: “I’m writing to stop myself from writing you [.]”

The prose lyric of women & roosters is composed as a single, extended, book-length assemblage of meditative, self-contained accumulations, set in prose with lyric, gestural flourish, writing an anxiety of and around loss, longing, heartbreak. She offers sketchnotes of a story, one step at a time. She writes an isolated, intertwined and interconnected lyric, conversational and even episodic, propelling a narrative as unruly and precise and as thoughtful as any ongoing conversation, with a variety of asides and returning subjects, reminders of what has already been said. “You write back saying it’s pretty funny how you answered me sending you that article by saying something about your grandmother.” she writes, responding to her own prompt: “I think about this for a while, and of course you’re right, and also of course I keep thinking about my grandmother nonetheless, and about how the woods her are so full of the things that my grandmothers and grandfathers brought with themselves from England: English ivy and English holly, the wrong kind of blackberries, those variegated creeping things with little yellow blobby flowers that are basically unkillable, and of course Scotch broom, which is the same.”

At times, the prose is subtle, quiet, beautifully straightforward; other times, propulsive, almost breathlessly so, rushing “I learned (from T’uy’tanat-Cease Wyss) that huckleberry bushes are much, much older than you think. It takes like a hundred years for them to get as tall as me, and I’m not tall. When we were kids, there was a family that wouldn’t let their kids eat huckleberries. Blueberries are blue, they said firmly to their children, so those aren’t huckleberries. You can’t eat them: they’re poisonous, because they’re red, and they’re not huckleberries. They are, though—I’ve been eating them all my life, and I’m still here.” women & roosters is composed in a structure akin to a journal, offering self-contained entries that build and meander, ebb and flow, offering certain echoes of titles such as George Bowering’s George, Vancouver (Weed/Flower Press, 1970) to K.I. Press’ Pale Red Footprints (Pedlar Press, 2001), Lisa Robertson’s The Weather (New Star Books, 2001) to Kate Sutherland’s The Bones Are There (Book*hug, 2020) [see my review of such here], although Stewart’s title is composed as a journal, instead of from a journal or archive. Perhaps a more apt comparable would be Ottawa poet Sandra Ridley’s Vixen (Book*hug Press, 2023) [see my review of such here] (which is fitting, as Ridley was Stewart’s editor for this collection); although Ridley’s collection was composed via more overt lyric fragments over Stewart’s lyric prose, the overall structures both provide a flow between sections, moving across a slow and lengthy distance, and a horizon one can’t necessarily see until there.

About a month later (still a whole year before I got sick), I was running up this same exact hill—(I used to run up this hill all the time, but I can’t do it anymore), and I said to you, “Isn't there a risk, if we just carry on like this?” And you shrugged and said, “Probably, yeah. But it’s a risk worth taking,” and I was pleased all over like a happy dog, but I also knew that you had no idea what that meant, what it would mean. And you still don’t, really.

 

Tuesday, November 18, 2025

Elizabeth Robinson, vulnerability index

 

Meth-filled rage that makes the man’s screams audible over a two-block range. Rage that enables him to heave a heavy rock overhead into the shelter doorway.

+

His backpack, after the police have hauled him away, filled with vitamin supplements and a carton of two dozen eggs, now mostly broken open, seeping into his few pieces of clothing.

= (“EQUATIONS THAT HAVE NO FINAL PRODUCT”)

As the back cover offers, this latest title by American poet and editor Elizabeth Robinson, vulnerability index (Curbstone Books/Northwestern University Press, 2026), was composed across a six year period the author spent “working with chronically unhoused people in Boulder, Colorado, [as] her relationships with the community’s most vulnerable deepened—even as they were filtered through a web of paperwork, systems, and strictures. The questionnaire known as the ‘vulnerability index’ is just one such system. Ubiquitous in shelters across America, it is representative of the endless tasks that people living on the street must complete to receive even minor assistance.” The award-winning author of nearly two dozen collections—including In the Sequence of Falling Things (Paradigm, 1990), Bed of Lists (Kelsey Street, 1990), House Made of Silver (Kelsey Street, 2000), Harrow (Omnidawn, 2001), Pure Descent (Sun & Moon, 2003), Apprehend (Fence/Apogee, 2004), Apostrophe (Apogee, 2006), Under That Silky Roof (Burning Deck, 2006), The Orphan and Its Relations (Fence, 2008), Also Known As (Apogee, 2009), Three Novels (Omnidawn, 2011) [see my review of such here], Counterpart (Boise ID: Ahsahta Press, 2012) [see my review of such here], blue heron (Center for Literary Publishing, 2013) [see my review of such here], On Ghosts (Solid Objects, 2013) [see my review of such here], Rumor (Free Verse Editions/Parlor Press, 2018) [see my review of such here], Excursive (New York NY: Roof Books, 2023) [see my review of such here], Thirst & Surfeit (High Point NC: Threadsuns, 2023) [see my review of such here] and the collaborative Rendered Paradise (with Susanne Dyckman; Berkeley CA: Apogee Press, 2024) [see my review of such here]—Robinson served six years as a Minister in the Community and Poet in Residence at Community United Church of Christ in Boulder before returning to the Bay Area, California, where she is currently a senior pastor at Orinda Community Church.

The poems in vulnerability index are almost composted as sketch-notes or journal entries-as-poems, offering an array of stories, threads and narratives from her immediate and daily lived experience across that period, focusing on the people she encountered during those years; tales of beauty and kindness across stories of heartbreak and desperation; of people that, as the tale goes, fall through the cracks, are failed by the system. “After I got out of jail,” the poem “NECESSARY LIES” includes, “my mother kicked me and my kids / out of her house. So I told them that my husband / was beating us and held us like we were in prison. That he / locked us, me and the three kids, in a tiny little room and made / us pee in a bottle. He threw a dish of food in and we had to just / eat it off the plate, like we were dogs. Yeah, / I said that / to get us into the shelter.” The poems in this collection seek to respond, document and record; they seek to reconcile an array of people from different backgrounds and experiences all landing in a similar situation, some due to mental health struggles, others due to unemployment, failed relationships, addiction or gendered violence. “A man holds this in a syringe,” the poem “A VEIN IS A PARABLE” reads, “all that he knows and cannot read, like a needle that has no compass: arrow misguided to a heart and back again to fingertips. // The almost-black sludge that rolls and collapses within himself. Like that nib of a pen that cannot scratch out any script, absent its ink.” The poems are composed in a more, relatively, straightforward manner than I’m aware of her work, focusing on the narratives, perhaps, over where the language might lead. It is as though working to articulate these stories, these experiences, have set the music of her language a bit more into the background, although allowing a clarity that shines the language through; providing a quieter, even more subtle music. As the poem “AFTER THE FLOOD” writes:

Here's the gap,
the place where we once knew solid ground
and now is all movement—

  

Calling over the man who was flying a sign at Arapahoe and Broadway,
I handed him the thawing, sloppy food I’d carried down the flooded hill. 

Stupid with trauma. All of us.

 

The loudspeaker blaring, Leave immediately. Seek higher ground

But the flood didn’t simply rise from below,
it rushed down from above.

There is something interesting, as well, in how this new collection could be paired with the Reverend Canon Maggie Helwig’s remarkably powerful non-fiction Encampment: Resistance, Grace, and an Unhoused Community (Toronto ON: Coach House Books, 2025), a title that recently won the Toronto Book Award. Toronto’s Maggie Helwig, as with Robinson, is also a poet who gravitated towards religious and community service, focusing on vulnerable communities in her immediate vicinity, even in conflict with local agencies for the sake of her charges (as she lays out in her new book). In two countries, two poets of similar age both enter the clergy, and began working with unhoused communities, subsequently responding to those experiences through writing. One might say that both of these are examples of writing that responds to a particular approach to service, to action, which might be a chicken-or-egg distinction (splitting hairs, perhaps) over the political writing and lived action of Vancouver poets Stephen Collis [see my review of his Once in Blockadia] and Christine Leclerc [see my review of her Oilywood] through their part in protesting the Kinder Morgan Pipeline, or even a book such as Layli Long Soldier’s Whereas [see my review of such here]. Writing, either way, as simultaneously-lived action. As Robinson writes as part of her “Introduction”:

For the six years I worked day to day with people experiencing homelessness, I thought I had stopped writing poems. I thought I was too engrossed in what I was experiencing to write. It turns out that I was wrong. At some point, I started looking at my computer desktop and realizing it was full of writing. Was it poetry? I don’t know. It was certainly me trying to hold on to the fast-moving current of experience and absorb it. My writing, however scattershot, became a constellation of attentions that helped me into relationship with a distinct and dynamic community.