Heather Haley's Blog, page 9
June 22, 2020
PANDEMIC HEALTH FOOD
Equals comfort food? A missive from my bubble to yours my pretties. Getting a little writing done, one silver lining of being shut in. This is how my mind works; I’ve been wondering how the pandemic is affecting crime. How do burglars break in when so many people are working from home? I did some […]
June 15, 2020
CALAMITY JANES
Feeling embattled? I am not alone in this. Pour vous, a poem, a work-in-progress; what is there to do but document, reflect and whine a little as we shelter-in-place? I lost it the other night. In the past I would run away, though I am seriously considering moving to the Cariboo. “I hate this fucking […]
June 10, 2020
For All My Tricksters
It’s been a long time coming but a new collection of verse, Skookum Raven, will be published by Ekstasis Editions in the fall, pandemic be damned. “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 […]
May 13, 2020
ONE LIFE
Astonishing! My life. Your life. “When poet Wislawa Szymborska delivered her speech for winning the Nobel Prize, she said, ‘whatever else we might think of this world—it is astonishing.’ She added that for a poet, there really is no such thing as the ‘ordinary world,’ ‘ordinary life,’ and ‘the ordinary course of events.’ In fact, ‘Nothing […]
April 13, 2020
BEFORE ZOOM-Telepoetics and The Edgewise ElectroLit Centre
By any medium necessary. Just a friendly reminder folks that before Skype or Zoom poets were using videophones to connect, to exchange verse, despite a myriad of limitations and challenges, by whatever means necessary. By today’s standards said videophones were primitive machines but hey, we thought they were skookuum. One phone line was required for […]
April 9, 2020
STEERING THROUGH THE CURVE
“Pandemic.” Since March 11. Global. Lethal. Ahoy maties! It’s been approximately two months since my last entry and these past two months feel like an eternity. What was a “corona virus” has evolved, or perhaps mutated into “Covid-19.” I’m pretty useless these days, feeling numb, scatter-brained. I’m frightened, confused, anxious, overwhelmed. And high risk, apparently. […]
February 11, 2020
A mother named Corona
Fortunately she never went viral. My mother’s name was Corona. French/Irish Catholic, Québécois, no one seems to know why. I vaguely recall some family lore that claimed a nun at the convent where she was born took it from the typewriter in the office. Why? Was my grandmother incapacitated? She’d become pregnant at age […]
October 23, 2019
My Blessing
Though a devout atheist I am blessed. Twenty-five years ago my son was born. I always joke I nearly forgot to have children; in other words, he wasn’t planned. Conceived in love certainly but I was still conflicted about parenthood. My mother did not inspire nor evoke tender feelings. We did share a strong bond […]
September 2, 2019
Escaping the Big Smoke
Got to go on a road trip, one brief summer escape; drove up to 70 Mile House in the Caribou to visit my previously estranged sister Donna. Despite my trepidation there was little to no awkwardness, as if nearly 20 years hadn’t passed. Well, we went through hell together, which creates an unbreakable bond. Both […]
July 25, 2019
Poetics of Poetry Film
I was contacted recently by Sarah Tremlett of Liberated Words out of London, UK regarding the forthcoming book, Poetics of Poetry Film published by Intellect Press. Me plus Whore in the Eddy, the videopoem I produced on Bowen Island with my son Lucas are to be featured. Nice to know I’m not entirely out of the loop. […]
