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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
The past few months I’ve been fortunate enough to visit Vancouver three times to take part in literary events (and I got to hang with my best friend, too who, luckily, has a spare room and delicious food). Lucky me. In addition to sharing a bit from The Pull of …
I am resisting the urge to write about the insanely early west coat spring. Sometimes, it’s called “false spring”–I’ve got a story of the same name in my first book, The Jealousy Bone, in which a woman walks around the city, naked–under her velvet coat. Instead, I’ll just leave a …
