awake w/ first line from ‘singularity (after Stephen Hawking)’ by Marie Howe do you sometimes want to wake up to lightning so stunning it writes words across the sky thunder so throbbing it serenades a love song rain so walled it makes rooms for you to hide in do you sometimes want to wake up… Continue reading Awake #morningcoffeesessions
Jett's first-ever short film that he made is an 'official selection' in Windsor's first Youth Short Film festival created and organized by local filmmaker Gemma Cunial. Gemma's great idea and plan for this festival was recognized by winning one of the the City of Windsor' Arts, Culture and Heritage Fund special COVID-19 art relief grants… Continue reading Time Record – Official Selection & Vote
Thanks to the Windsor Public Library's ArtWorks presents program, I give you a video that I made about how to make an inspiration box! It's about 20 minutes long but takes you from what you'll to start to completing a fun box of fun things to inspire your creativity. Feel free to share the link...All… Continue reading Inspiration Box – Video, yo.
This morning, I didn't want to get out of bed. But, the Firefly Creative Writing #morningcoffeesessions motivated me to get my a%$ out of bed, get dressed, and get writing. (Nope, didn't brush my teeth. Yet.) This came first: on the edges of my mother's words a different version of her hangs on and then...nothing.… Continue reading Cake #morningcoffeesessions
The Field the field knows me keeps coming to my mind like the wind’s mouth slightly parted exhaling the delicacies of the past inhaling the electricity of time the field is permanent the mole under my left breast the inflammation in my finger joints let’s recall the land the land that held the field thick… Continue reading The Field #morningcoffeesessions
Brother [electric] the smell of people lingers on the things they give away. walk in any second-hand store and your nose will tell you so. at the salvation army, the scent of loss is strong. [loss of life | loss of love | loss of home] it smells like tired dust, mourning mold, the sweat… Continue reading Brother [electric]
I just googled 'bats' thinking I'd put an image of a bat here because I had wild dreams about bats last week. As soon as I saw a photo of a bat in flight, it occurred to me that bats are a hot subject these days. That it is from a bat, some say, that… Continue reading Dream, Book, Moon
Meet writer Lindsay Wong. I've spent hours with Lindsay and her unbelievable, heart-felt, soul-full words – that is, reading her 316-page memoir entitled The Woo Woo How I Survived Ice Hockey, Drug Raids, Demons, and My Crazy Chinese Family (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2018). Memoirists are high up on my 'amazing people' list, if you must… Continue reading Woo! Woo! For The Woo-Woo – Interview with Lindsay Wong