Hillman on Hass

Check out this short essay by Brenda Hillman, where she discusses "A Supple Wreath of Myrtle", her "favourite poem" by Robert Hass. The poem, which "suggest that the daily and the heroic are always intertwined", is featured in Hass' 2006 collection Time and Materials, winner of both the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize. … Continue reading Hillman on Hass

Writers Read is excited to announce two upcoming master classes to be held at Concordia University. On Friday, March 27, 2015, award winning poets Robert Hass and Brenda Hillman will hold a master class at 11-12 pm in room LB 646. On Tuesday, March 31, 2015, author and broadcaster Jonathan Goldstein will hold a masterclass from … Continue reading

“The Elements Are Mixed in Childhood,” An essay in rhyme by Brenda Hillman

"Our mother was baptized on a kerosene box, our father was baptized in a creek, & we were baptized in a plaster pool while turquoise ripples played around our feet & desert air poofed up to make the long black robe a nylon buffalo. It makes your underpants wet, said our brother. It’s strange to … Continue reading “The Elements Are Mixed in Childhood,” An essay in rhyme by Brenda Hillman

Our Next Event!

Writers Read is excited to welcome internationally acclaimed poets Brenda Hillman and Robert Hass on Friday, March 27 at 7 pm for a public reading in room EV 1.605 (1515 St. Catherine West). Brenda and Robert are also offering a master class that morning, at 11 am in room LB 646 (1400 de Maisonneuve). Spots are … Continue reading Our Next Event!

Happy Saturday: Anne Jamison and Twilight Fan Fiction

Looking forward to our next guest Anne Jamison, who will be joining us on Friday, March 6 at 4 pm in Room LB 646 (1400 de Maisonneuve West). Anne is Associate Professor of English at the University of Utah and the editor of Fic: Why Fanfiction Is Taking Over the World. She also runs the blog, … Continue reading Happy Saturday: Anne Jamison and Twilight Fan Fiction

“The Weirdness” of Lynn Coady

"Characters, faces, gestures—all those sweet, tiny details of life that tantalize you daily, that you are dying to absorb and make stories out of. It’s a craving precisely like when you stood in front of the nail polish display at Shopper’s Drug Mart as a 14-year-old, wondering if anyone would notice if you dropped that … Continue reading “The Weirdness” of Lynn Coady