teamwork

makes the dreamwork, and it takes all kinds.

Canada by the book is sponsored by municipal 🌎 world. If I was able to go to the FCM I would bring the green antler’s revival anthology. This past Friday we had a tahsis literacy society sponsored author 📚 reading featuring Susan Juby. She read from mindful of murder and the woefield poulty collective. There were lots of people who had questions for her. Particularly I recall some interested in having their own 📖 story to tell. He specifically asked about self publishing. My ears perked up. I haven’t produced as inlet outlet book of poems since I stopped recieving submissions. I just couldnt afford the 1000 to print a 100 copies I wanted. Maybe one day i will have the capital to run the first round of the 2020 edition but since i am podcast producing now my focus has shifted. I miss the book making business, and still ocasionally sell some of the back issues. To whom, i may never know. I gave away all but the last proofs and the error misprint, which i treasure. The though of boosting someone else talent is so much more interesting than cultivating my own. Politics has made a a cheerleader. I like being a publisher, it reminds me of when I was the editor if my high school news paper, the rambler. I will always ✍️ write, and maybe onday I will refine the work I do to put it out there, but I want to still cultivate new folks into the bold worldmoves we can make now. I am interested in the talent of others and recruitment of diverse voices into art, politics and food production.

so now I gotta talk about the struggle a bit. Maybe what hold me back from wanting to have my own stand alone title. I guess, i am precious about the editing. I want to honor the messy, flawed parts that come out when inspiration strikes. To mold it into a finish piece is to final. All my work, in every media is unfinished. Typos, confused tenses, run on sentences. I like abstract and ambiguity. At the author reading I spoke with the parents of a friend about brave the 🐔 chicken who died. She was the kids 😍 favourite. Now there is but one leghorn left, snowball the last of its kind. And endling, at least at our homestead. It’s sad and morbid but 🐛 real. The best parts for me are the 🌱 seedling stage, a fledgling experience. I also have so much honor for last chapter of the story. Since moving to the village of tahsis I have certainly become more aware of legacy planning and estate sales. I use the phrase, ” at the end if it’s useful life” way to much, but it makes me aware of how much time I waste. Especially on my device’s. I know my days are numbered and I want to leave a meaningful 👣 footprint, but also take some solace in the “ashes to ashes, dust to dust inbeing forgotten. I have learned that we list a community member on the day of the spring bazaar. I had just seen him at the recycling centre last week. It was the last time, and I didn’t know it. We never can know these things. I will remember Terry for his making pancakes in thd A frame united church before it 🔥 burned down and for his effort of trying to make things better. Rest in power and peace, neighbour. Take it easy, smf