Blue Monday, a day late

  Blue Monday Multiple browsers open: ozone depletion, Rio summit, Zika virus,painkiller trials causing death in France, Ella Fitzgerald singing Angel Eyes on Martin Luther King day. My daughter’s brain, full-size and firing on all cylinders, is processing the earth’s demise en français, while a mosquito somewhere south of us …

Thanking the Legion

I often get asked this question: how long have you been writing? It’s a good question to ask any artist, because the answer often honours the truth about the creative process: it doesn’t happen overnight. My fallback answer is twelve, because that’s when I won the Royal Canadian Legion’s Remembrance …

Colour of the Year

Because I’m drinking a glass of Malbec and celebrating another milestone in my poetry manuscript’s life–printed out, in order, with section titles!–I offer this poem by yours truly, while it still applies.   COLOUR OF THE YEAR, 2015 by Julie Paul   People, here’s the deal: the colour lord has …

The Curtain

At the top of the stairs, in my grandparent’s small wartime house, where they raised seven children with two bedrooms and one bathroom, hung a red brocade curtain. Behind that drapery, a magical place lay in wait. Yes, it was the linen closet, but alongside sheets and towels? Books. Children’s …

Bits and Bobs, post-tour

I’m back home, catching my breath after a jam-packed Ontario book tour / high school friend reunion tour. Fun, fun, fun. I met some wonderful people along the way, including the generous booksellers Christine at BackBeat Books in Perth, where I got to be a bookseller myself for a couple …

Poems and Chills

In the middle of National Poetry Month, it feels like I’m on a moss-covered stone in the middle of a stream that’s about to rise and rise. I wanted to write a poem a day and I’ve nearly done that, if you spread them out. Some days have offered two …