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The Texture of Days, in Ash and Leaf

by (author) Bruce Kauffman

Publisher
Hidden Brook Press
Initial publish date
Nov 2015
Category
Canadian
Recommended Age
15 to 18
Recommended Grade
10 to 12
  • Paperback / softback

    ISBN
    9781897475867
    Publish Date
    Nov 2015
    List Price
    $19.95

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Bruce Kauffman lives in Kingston, Ontario and is a poet, writer and editor. A chapbook of his poetry, seed (The Plowman), was published in 2005, and with consideration to be re-published and bound by Hidden Brook Press. A stand-alone poem, “streets” (Thee Hellbox Press) was published in 2009. The Texture of Days, In Leaf and Ash (Hidden Brook Press) is his first full collection of poetry. ?xml:namespace prefix = "o" ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

 

                His work has appeared in numerous periodicals and anthologies, including a book review in The Antigonish Review (fall /2010) for John Pigeau’s The Nothing Waltz (Hidden Brook Press). His poetry has also appeared in two plays, The Garbage and the Flowers (2008) and A Moveable Feast (2009). His poem “potter”, appearing in this collection, was shortlisted in the 1995 Poiesis Poetry Competition.

 

                In 1997/1998 he was research editor and volunteer coordinator for a poetry short collection and reference manual, the Poiesis Poetry Guide (1998). Beginning in 2011 he coordinated and edited That Not Forgotten (Hidden Brook Press), a 400 page poetry/short fiction anthology of 118 locally tied poets and authors, launched in September 2012.

 

                In May 2010, he began hosting a weekly spoken word radio show on CFRC 101.9fm (Queen’s University, Kingston, ON) called "finding a voice" and now also hosts a blogspace for that show at http://findingavoiceoncfrcfm.wordpress.com/.  As well, he hosts a monthly open mic reading series called "poetry @ the artel" (launched in May, 2009), and in June of 2012 began a quarterly series of "stream of consciousness" writing workshops (Kingston based, but will be spreading in 2013 to outlying areas).

 

                He is a member of a local writers group, and joined the Wintergreen Studios Press Advisory Board as Acquisitions Editor in July, 2012. He is currently editing other work and working on two of his own manuscripts.

 

 

Excerpt: The Texture of Days, in Ash and Leaf (by (author) Bruce Kauffman)

SPAN lang=EN> P dir=ltr align=left>PREFACE P dir=ltr align=left> P dir=ltr align=left> P dir=ltr align=left>This collection of poems, small handfuls of water dipped from an ocean of word, were written between the years of 1994 to 1997 – a time in my life believing that nothing was and then understanding that everything is. A time of endings. A time of beginnings. A time of stumbling, sorting through the rubble and the flowers of each. P dir=ltr align=left> P dir=ltr align=left>It was also a time, after years of neglect – of having set both book and pen aside, this then a passionate re-emergence into the written word. There is an old Sioux saying – "The longest journey you will ever make is from your head to your heart." This period of time in my life, for me, was both that realization – and then actualization. P dir=ltr align=left> P dir=ltr align=left>It was, as well, a period of poetic discovery – from a time of taking my own ideas of managed and corralled poetry to another place. This discovery of layers of silence above emptiness. I’ve heard the soundless whispers there – these words arriving, connected, in trails of themselves – and in those times, I but the translator, the interpreter, the conduit, the pen. These words coming from nowhere that I know – flowing onto an always waiting and blank page. SPAN lang=EN>

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