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Winter fun[draising]

These past two winters, I read poems nightly as a way of staying connected through the pandemic, honing in on my craft, and hopefully a comfort of sorts to reader and listener.

This winter, we’re in the throes of raising funds for knife | fork | book, the press and mounting this year’s Fertile Festival of New & Inventive Ideas [11-20 August 2023 Remote Gallery Toronto] with Guest Curators Hoa Nguyen and Klara du Plessis.

During KFB’s fundraising drive, for every donation received, [either through Patreon or by scanning the code below], I’ll read a poem and post it on my Instagram in thanks.

You may also be aware of a series of staged readings, Behold, I’m giving to benefit KFB. Two of the six nights are SOLD OUT, with few tickets remaining.

Help us continue what we do with panache. Poetry. Well-served.

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HEAR HERE

Thanks to BRUCE KAUFFMAN, host of finding a voice CFRC 101.9fm for recording and posting our recent reading at Novel Idea, Kingston ON, along with other archival treasures to be enjoyed/downloaded.

June 3, 2022, 5-6pm – second hour of a two hour show, continuing with that May 25th Kingston book launch/reading at Novel Idea Bookstore you’ll then hear the remainder of that event with Sadiqa de Meijer reading from her books: Leaving Howe Island, The Outer Wards (Véhicule Press), and alfabet/alphabet (Palimpsest Press), Jim Johnstone reading from his Infinity Network (Véhicule Press), and Kirby from Poetry is Queer (Palimpsest Press).

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David

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DAVID WOJNAROWICZ from HISTORY KEEPS ME AWAKE AT NIGHT The Whitney 2018. Photo: Kirby

There is so much I can say about/in this poem—loss, memory, desire, grief, the struggle—every once in awhile, usually one in each collection, I come up with a good, signature “protest poem” my queer activist, liberationist intact. I place protest poem here in quotes, because they also tend to be elegies (a statement in and of itself). Memorials are a strong form of protest. That being said, I will share a couple of stories around this one for artist David Wojnarowicz.

ROBERT FLACK my home

I am asked by the family to play “minister” at gifted artist and friend Robert Flack‘s memorial. I select and read this passage from Wojnarowicz’s searing, essential memoir, Close to the Knives:

Why does this one die and that one not? What does all this mean? How do…

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