Tag Archives: Susan Musgrave

How Fiercely Have You Loved Your Days? The Searing and yet Uplifting Latest Poetry Collection by Susan Musgrave

POSTSCRIPT SEPTEMBER 14th, 2022 The day you are cremated, a girl modelling a black hoodie like the one I’ve chosen for you to wear, lights up my Facebook page: I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me. I hear you laugh at the irony as they fire up the […]

She’s Not Mad – She’s a Poet – Two Poems by the Great Canadian Literary Icon Susan Musgrave

from Winter ii Across the river, children are eating snow, their lips the colour of tiny kingfishers in the numbing cold. The delight they take in the melting of each snowflake on their tongues reminds me joy is there, in everything, and even when we can’t see it. Susan Musgrave (1951 – ) from Obituary […]

Tonight, the Memorial for Patrick Lane (1939-2019) – This Morning, Remembering an E-Mail Correspondence from Fourteen Years Ago

So this is it, Lane. Not a living wake, but a celebration of all your living. And this is only the beginning. Wait until you’re dead. Susan Musgrave, editor, from You Loved Being a Stranger – 55 Poets Celebrate Patrick Lane, Harbour Publishing, 1994 There are times when I no longer know if what I […]

A Unicyclist of Poems – Patrick Lane – A Poem by Paulette Jiles and also an Invite to Lane’s Upcoming Celebration of Life, April 20th, 2019

Join the local literary & UVic communities as poets & authors celebrate the life of the late Patrick Lane. This evening of poetry and tribute to the acclaimed poet and late UVic Department of Writing professor Patrick Lane will feature readings and memorials by a number of Writing alumni, including emcee Steven Price, Esi Edugyan, […]

And Still We Sing – A New Year’s Eve Celebration of the Life and Poems of Patrick Lane

It is late October, 2012, last evening of the Vancouver Writers’ Festival. There is music in the big room already. Music made by voices. The event starts in thirty minutes but many of the four hundred-or-so chairs are already filled. The music is sweet and unique. Those particular voices. Those places in the room where […]