Susan Robertson

Happy birthday week!

To my Canadian friends, an acquaintance started a petition to allow US transgender citizens to claim refugee status here.

www.ourcommons.ca/petitions/en...

If you’re Canadian please sign it.
If you’re not, please share ❤️

Can't wait to read!

Yikes! Busy day!

A MARRIAGE His paintings were small, suggestions of houses, pinpricks of green for trees. She'd set her glass down, say, Paint like you're blind, from memory and passion— two words he especially didn't care for. She'd say, Paint like you're on fire. But their house was already burning, and he was going blind and deaf. So he'd carry the painting back down to the basement, resume with his thinnest sable brush. He would never touch her the way she wanted, though she kept asking him to, like this, in front of everybody. — Julie Bruck

A heartbreaking poem by one of Canada's finest

A light cream rectangular chapbook on top of a large shale fossil fern. Verfondre | Wormmelt is centered at the top. Annick McAskill is centered under it. Below both is a reverse image of foliage including a fern. The background of the image is midnight blue.

A rectangular cream coloured chapbook lies flat slightly angled to the right. Labyrinth is centered at the top with John Barton centered below. A loosely drawn green spiral is centered on the bottom half of the cover. A brown and cream spiral shell faces outward overlapping the bottom right cover of the chapbook. The spiral on the shell echoes the spiral on the cover.

What's better than a brilliant chapbook? Two brilliant chapbooks: Annick McAskill's "Verfondre | Wormmelt" and John Barton's "Labyrinth" both from Baseline Press.

Just watch yourself. You know what happened to Nick Fury.

Does this mean we should buy you an eye patch?

Where is the star? Hail winter’s roses On the earth, rays white The black knot of cloud Traduction fondue: Les quatre vents de l’espirit, Victor Hugo.

I bought daffodils for St. David’s Day membranes white and sheer wrapping round the stalks like leeks before leaves and buds break free. I bought daffodils for St. David’s Day, today, no Welsh in me.

Two small ones. The first from "Verfondre | Wormmelt," Annick MacAskill’s new chapbook with Baseline Press, the second my little ditty for the day. #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

Quality Sixteen Disaster films are in again: zombies and apocalyptic nightmares--nature as the enemy. Our culture's appetite for science and catastrophe projected now on several screens at once. Abbot & Costello meet the Mummy scared me half to death, but like a gateway drug it led me on to harder stuff: Earthquake, Lester's Juggernaut and Jaws--the purest angel dust of features. Psychologists believe our deepest fears are rooted in the memories we share. Historians might disagree--this turning outward is a wartime theme. So's naked tyranny. PHILLIP CRYMBLE

A poem of our moment as it first appeared over 20 years ago in the pages of The Stinging Fly

Thrilled and honored to be included. Thank you Phillip and @thefiddlehead@gmail.com.

Thank you, Phillip. An honour to be included.

Yes, they are. Sending you some of our household purr magic.

How do I subscribe to this weather channel?

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Thank you, @bookgaga.bsky.social ! I so appreciate all your reading and boosting. And crocheting!

Thank you, Vicki. This one is particularly dear to me, particularly now.

Manna from heaven!

Must have been quite a fest.

When my daughter was three her two favorite cheeses were Kraft Singles and Brie. I recommend a Kraft Single wrapped around a dill pickle.

I love these, Nancy! Keep looking up.

The winter issue of "The Fiddlehead" resting on the seat of a rocking chair. The seat is covered in black and white pillow ticking. The journal cover shows a vague figure of a person standing in a bus shelter. It appears to be a winter night with snow on the ground and the roof of the shelter.

I received my contributor's copy of the winter issue of "The Fiddlehead." An honour to be included in such an incredible issue. Thank you to the editors.

Thanks for this. I've now got Berryman's "Dream Songs" on hold at the library.

You can't put anything into words; they are already full; you can only ask them to occur in an order and then notice how they respond to each other and you.

"Right now the focus should be on supporting the community in mourning, not weaponizing this event as hate against a vulnerable group at large." expert reporting from the great @melwoods.me

Woo hoo!

Preferably with an asterisk attached.

Double damn.

Oh, damn. Hope you've got functioning pipes and fridge soon.

Smart dog