Hi, here's a little project I've been working on for the blog. I wanted to pay tribute and draw attention to the emerging artists coming from St. Thomas University's creative writing program. It took some planning, a whole new computer, plus an old friend who had a decent microphone we purchased when we were younger, but I'm happy to finally debut this.
The Atlantic Canadian Poets' Archive presents: Ramble Scramble, a limited series podcast produced for Wording Around. My guest this week is Sara Nason, winner of the 2018 Casto Prize for Poetry.
I'm going to have Sara back for a more relaxed conversation with some other people in a few weeks, so please leave a comment either here or on YouTube.if you have anything you'd like to ask.
You can read Sara's poem "hiraeth" right below this video.
Life is a circle, weaved
around fragments of her voice.
I keep entering an empty room;
drawn to the memory of her voice.
“Ghazal For Her Voice,” JP Howard
i hear her voice in just echo’s now,
tiny taps on a birdfeeder reverberations –
or in coughs late at night. except when i find crows
looming on the couch dancing in dew,
no shoes, never crochet or prick blood
thin thread cleaved, from flowers in bloom.
just two rods; dirt sticks between
two snakes. her craters in my fingers,
life is a circle, weaved. i keep entering an empty room.
cooking in vanilla- the still air tastes
splattered apron, no sash. of gingersnap cookies:
whistling with chickadees, burnt.
careful of barefeet i grasp at crumbs,
on sawdust floor. follow the oblivion path.
no choice ears filled with feathers,
to mid-morning movement. steps tilted downward –
the squirrels scatter shaking, shivering,
around fragments of her voice. drawn to the memory of her voice.