Heather Haley's Blog, page 8
November 19, 2020
UNSAVE THE DATE / Plague poems…
…say it all, and certainly better than I can in prose. Try to spill my guts here but I’m never comfortable revealing too much. Apparently I’m a “super-social introvert.” Still I’m not used to this degree of solitude though it equates with freedom, once I tamp down the anxiety. Been writing like mad and happy […]
October 19, 2020
“Skookum Raven” Book Trailer Trick
In case you missed it, we’ve cranked out a book trailer for Skookum Raven. Please take a look. Please share. There are some rough and wild birds around Howe Sound — West Coast avians like the sharp-shinned hawk, the northern harrier, and the whiskey-jack. Heather Haley, an accomplished mapper of human migration, pair-bonding and predation, takes these […]
October 10, 2020
ROUGH DRAFT, ROUGH TIME
Poetry. That’s all I got. I’m thankful for the escape writing provides and still, do seize the day. My psyche must favour the inherent irony of “good as dead”. I’ve used it in Houla in Skookum Raven. I’m considering replacing “hooks” with “talons.” More work to do, thank gawd, not that I believe in god. […]
October 7, 2020
At a Crossroads
Torn. Partly because I feel like an outsider after being out of the CanLit loop for six years as I ran a business-I had been planning to apply to a local university’s creative writing program but now having serious doubts. My son thinks it’s a waste of money. The tuition is thousands of dollars I […]
September 28, 2020
SKOOKUM RAVEN Has Landed!
She persists. Due to a reversal of fortune six years ago I had to leave my island home and return to the city. I started a business which left little time for poetry; reading or composing. Despite that and with herculean effort I’ve managed to produce a third volume of verse and today announce the […]
September 12, 2020
SEA SONGS
Rough night but not as rough as the night before. Is anything in life more vexing than matters of the heart? Took some melatonin which might have helped provide a slightly better-quality sleep. Certainly I am weary. Aren’t we all? Finally cried watching a poignant and fascinating Netflix documentary, My Octopus Teacher, about Craig Foster, […]
September 8, 2020
BIG SMOKE CREATION
Verse. It’s all I’m able to write lately and it’s saving my ass, my sanity, as annus horribilis 2020 barrels on, though I can identify with poet Alice Oswald in the New Yorker article, Streaming Device. “…she defined her art as a form of dissidence. ‘I think it’s often assumed that the role of […]
September 5, 2020
HOPE thanks to Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314) “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard – And sore must be the storm – That could […]
August 25, 2020
COMING SOON! “Skookum Raven”
There are some rough and wild birds around Howe Sound — West Coast avians like the sharp-shinned hawk, the northern harrier, and the whiskey-jack. Heather Haley, an accomplished mapper of human migration, pair-bonding and predation, takes these feathered frenemies as her starting point in this assured third collection, Skookum Raven. Like her foremothers and contemporaries Gwendolyn MacEwen, Susan […]
July 27, 2020
WHITE BITCH
Simply cannot blog lately, write non-fiction. Oh well, no doubt the world will survive without another opinion. Verse it must be! WHITE BITCH Adored, coveted, In certain quarters Though snappy at times. Biddable, at times. Clairvoyant Moon wailer, Paws somehow armed With a torch for the abyss. Relentlessly peculiar, Renowned for her ability […]
