“Who do people say that I am?” Mark 8: 27 for Mark Haddock By J.S. Porter For some, Jesus is the Son of God or the Son of Man, the Messiah, the Dividing Line of…
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Jan Zwicky is Woke
By J.S. Porter (for Marshall Soules, the most woke man I know) What would you have if you had the playful intricacy of Mozart, the intuitive rigour of Wittengstein, and John Muir’s love of the…
My Top Ten Canadian Movies
By J.S. Porter 1. “Jesus of Montreal” (Jésus de Montréal) I’m going to tell you as little as possible so as not to spoil what awaits you. A troupe of Montreal actors gathers each year…
On Mark Dickinson’s Canadian Primal: Poets, Places, and The Music Of Meaning
for Stan Dragland We live in a country we have barely begun to perceive. – Don McKay By J.S. Porter Canadian Primal is a collective biography of five poets in shared conversation redefining and re-imagining…
A Man in a Boat: Conrad Furey & Others
for Bernadette Rule Living away [from Newfoundland] means I can focus on the memories more easily, there’s less distraction. The years I spent growing up in Newfoundland, that’s where all these images come from. –…
Goodbye COVID-19!
for my mother who survived the virus By J.S. Porter Good riddance. May I never see you again. When you struck hard in the spring of 2020, I did the only thing I knew how…
David Zieroth & The Alfred Gustav Press
“…the sorts of literary productions I’ve sought out and valued all through my reading and writing life.” Russell Thornton, author of Stopping the Waves, Series Eighteen, 2017. for Susan McCaslin By J.S. Porter David Zieroth…
Souvankham Thammavongsa
Poet and Short-Story Writer for Karen Wisdom by J.S. Porter The name pulled me in. It’s a poem in itself. I didn’t know how to spell it or say it. Mystery. Strangeness. And can she…
Identities
By J.S. Porter James Joyce’s fictional character Stephen Dedalus forges his identity in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by writing it. He is a person with a name who goes to…
Robert Lax
By J.S. Porter For some of the dead, I can’t use the past tense. They aren’t “was;” they’re “is.” He’s a tall, slim man. His name is Robert Lax and he writes long, skinny poems,…