the invention / of the speed of bamboo scrambles in the hands of the young
/ determined / to serve the elders that fed them first
Isabella Wang
BackRoom: Extended Interview with Hush Harbour Press
ROOM: Hello Alannah and Whitney! Thank you so much for taking the time out to talk with me today. First off, I wanted to send my congratulations, for seeing Hush Harbour Press off its feet! Would you like to begin by telling me about your initial visions of this...
Vancouver Writers Fest: Francesca Ekwuyasi and Jillian Christmas
From October 19-25, the Vancouver Writers Fest inspires 40+ events with local and international writers. As they write, “Words shape our worlds. They can delight, inspire, provoke, comfort and unite—as do the authors, journalists and poets who wield them.” In...
Vancouver Writers Fest: Lishai Peel
From October 19-25, the Vancouver Writers Fest inspires 40+ events with local and international writers. As they write, “Words shape our worlds. They can delight, inspire, provoke, comfort and unite—as do the authors, journalists and poets who wield them.” In...
Vancouver Writers Fest: andrea bennett
From October 19-25, the Vancouver Writers Fest inspires 40+ events with local and international writers. As they write, “Words shape our worlds. They can delight, inspire, provoke, comfort and unite—as do the authors, journalists and poets who wield them.” In anticipation of the festival, I have sat down with several of the festival authors over email, to hear about their books, what it means to be a writer in the present moment, as well as the things that they are most looking forward to.
Reading Practice: Farzana Doctor
This month saw the release of Farzana Doctor’s fourth novel titled Seven (Dundurn Press). Seven is a fictional story inspired by real events and the community and culture of the Dawoodi Bohras, a sect within Shia Islam. This interview explores what truths are revealed through fiction and Doctor shared several books that have inspired her.
Late
Everything’s late this year.
Nothing’s dissolved since my last visit to Waterloo—
an evening at the park staring at geese
and we took turns
pushing each other on swings,
pretending we were children.