Thursday, January 12, 2017

new from above/ground press: random_lines = random.choice, by Jason Christie (ITEM #800!

random_lines = random.choice
Jason Christie
$4

# encumbrance at dawn

gravel with snow on top.

bridge - bridge - i want
language language language.

Image expressing
Through amber Snow

bridge - abridge - i want
music to introduce a baby

With a story about a
simple path, a relationship

to objects, friends huddled
close, closing soon a season
for music, you let it burn through.

published in Ottawa by above/ground press
as above/ground press' 800th publication
January 2017
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy


Jason Christie
lives in Ottawa with his wife, toddler and new baby. He is the author of Canada Post (Snare), i ROBOT (Edge/Tesseract), Unknown Actor (Insomniac), and a co-editor of Shift & Switch: New Canadian Poetry (Mercury). He has four chapbooks from above/ground press, two of which were nominated for the bpNichol Chapbook Award: GOVERNMENT (2013), and Cursed Objects (2014). He is currently writing poetry about objects and exaltation.

This Jason Christie's his fifth chapbook with above/ground press, after 8th Ave 15th St NW. (2004), Government (2013), Cursed Objects (2014) and The Charm (2015).

To order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; outside Canada, add $2) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9 or paypal at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com

Monday, January 9, 2017

new from above/ground press: Series out of Sequence, by Carrie Hunter

Series out of Sequence
Carrie Hunter
$4




Sequence

A real dog can always tell a fake bitch.

The real world is not about happy endings.

Screaming at the top of your lungs for answers and finding them.

Symbols don’t mean anything other than that which you hope that they mean.

I have the exhumation order.

A long hot shower in the good shower.

Bird with a twig in its mouth.

Dog with a stick in its mouth.

She saw us stuck at the threshold.

Dare to be normal.

Two Y chromosomes make nothing.

The question of being concerned and being chased.

published in Ottawa by above/ground press
January 2017
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy

Carrie Hunter
received her MFA/MA in the Poetics program at New College of California, edits the chapbook press, ypolita press, is on the editorial board of Black Radish Books, and co-curated the Hearts Desire Reading Series. Her chapbook Vice/Versa recently came out with Dancing Girl Press, and her full-length collection, The Incompossible, was published in 2011 by Black Radish Books, and another, Orphan Machines, came out in 2015. She lives in San Francisco and teaches ESL.

To order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; outside Canada, add $2) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9 or paypal at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com

Friday, January 6, 2017

new from above/ground press: Domestica, by Sarah Swan

Domestica
Sarah Swan
$4


Still Life 4



Here is a pile of too-small shoes:
the previous selves of two little girls. I miss them.
These register as losses.

Here is light arriving whole, sudden –

to illumine such common things:

another brick of butter,
soft enough to be finger-poked all over
by two little girls,

a red and white striped bowl
of snow-white flour.

published in Ottawa by above/ground press
January 2017
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy

Sarah Swan
is from Winnipeg, but currently lives in Yellowknife, NWT. She is a former medic with the Canadian Armed Forces, a homeschooling mom, and a freelance fine arts writer. Her publication credits include the Winnipeg Free Press, Canadian Art, Galleries West, Studio Magazine, and Macleans’ Magazine. At one time, Sarah was also a poet, having published a book of poems titled Rapture Red and Smoke Grey with Turnstone Press in 2001. She is happy, and relieved, to be writing poetry again.

To order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; outside Canada, add $2) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9 or paypal at www.robmclennan.blogspot.com

Friday, December 30, 2016

The Peter F. Yacht Club Christmas party/reading/regatta : a report,

Last night we held our annual PFYC Christmas party/reading/regatta [see the report from last year's event here] at the Carleton Tavern, our "office Christmas party," if you will, for those of us in our informal writer's group [see a history of PFYC here].

Stephen Brockwell provided some fine co-hosting duties, as well as an array of photos (all of these pictures were taken by him). There were short readings by Amanda Earl, Stephen Brockwell, Frances Boyle, Pearl Pirie, Marilyn Irwin, Janice Tokar, myself, Gwendolyn Guth and Roland Prevost, with an array of audience that included Monty Reid, Brian Pirie, jwcurry, Rachel Zavitz, Steve Zytveld, Jason Wiens (Christmassing here from Calgary) and Robert Stacey [pictured at the end, with me]. Most read short selections of new pieces and/or works-in-progress, but for myself, who could only manage a poem or two from the new book (all my works-in-progress aren't yet ready for public consumption).
It was good to hear some new work from Gwendolyn Guth, including a poem since that has been accepted for a forthcoming anthology on motherhood via Demeter Press. Congratulations, Gwen!

Really, much of the enjoyment of the PFYC Christmas event is in hearing new work from poet-friends that perhaps don't read as often as they should, whether Gwendolyn Guth, author of the 2010 chapbook Good People, or Janice Tokar, author of the 2014 chapbook ARRHYTHMIA.
Some of us, including Marilyn, Pearl and myself, even provided some baked goods, with an array of chocolate goodness brought in by Roland and Jan. There was also much merriment! I also brought along copies of a variety of above/ground press items not set to release until January, including the new issue of Touch the Donkey, and above/ground press' 800th item! (What could it be? Stay tuned!)

Unfortunately, weather and circumstance kept a few readers away, including Jason Christie, Claire Farley, Chris Turnbull, Chris Johnston, Christine McNair and Vivian Vavassis. But hey, there's always next year, right?