Showing posts with label Core Samples. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Core Samples. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poetry is Alive; Magic is Afoot.

Just a reminder to everyone that the Core Samples launch is this Wednesday night at 7pm. Hope to see everyone there!


Poetry is alive and well in Northwestern Ontario.
A local poetry group will launch a brand new collection of poems

titled Core Samples on Wednesday, May 11, 2011 at the
Prince Arthur Hotel in the Dawson room at 7:00 PM.
There will be readings, book signings and light refreshments.

Books will be for sale at the special launch price of $15.00.

ADMISSION IS FREE.
Everyone is welcome. Come out to hear Mary Frost, Sharon Irvine, Sue
Blott, Sherri Lankinen, and Cathy Carroll.
For more information, check our blog: http:/coresamplespoetry.blogspot.com

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Sample the Core

Mary Frost, one of Thunder Bay's best and best loved known poets, gets to the core of winter in a sample from the upcoming book Core Samples.

Weather Report
In these acres, I am the micro-climate
and the prevailing wind.
Winter's dreariness
started in my eye and proved infectious.
My skeleton informs those creaking branches.
My thoughts are silent crows manoevering tree to tree.

I will scrape winter off
as yesterday
I cracked the ice-crust off the car
when freezing drizzle coated everything.
Glazed road-signs with a saw-toothed lower edge
cut no ice with me.

I will go inward
where a sun-spark smoulders like fire in ashes
and come back singing,
carrying a torch for spring.
The red osier dogwood will flare and flame again;
the paper birch turn over a new leaf.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Samples of Core Samples

Five of Thunder Bay's premier poets have a major  book in the works which should be out this year.  Keep an eye out for Core Samples.  The poets,Sherri Lankinen, Sue Blott, Mary Frost, Sharon Irvine and Cathy Carroll, who call themselves the Para-Tactics, have created a stunning  collection straight from the true north.

The Stony Path by Sue Blott

In thin-soled shoes, I walk the stony path
beside train tracks stretching east and west,
alone with my dog and my thoughts.

A hooded figure
slumps in the baseball bleachers.

Does he notice the antics of our walk?
My dog’s leash tangles around my ankles,
I pirouette to prevent a fall.

The young man
stares stoically ahead.

I trust the sun, warm on his face,
to convince him
to give another day a chance.

Thunder Bay Poet, Sue Blott