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Check out my interview with Meghan Sheffield! We chat about:
– Her favourite thing about living in Northumberland county
– Meghan’s published writing and what she’s currently working on
– Meghan’s experience with freelance work
– Meghan’s advice to other writers
– Her writing process
– A bit about Montessori and the role it plays in her life
– All about what we can expect at Cultivate this year
– Our standout Cultivate memories
– Why we initiated Take Back the Night: Port Hope, how the amazing committee came together, and the details of this year’s event!
– Meghan’s favourite bird

Featured Tunes:

I am Aglow by Sarah Harmer
Next Year by Donovan Woods
I See Gold by Good Lovelies
O.O.T.G. by JB the First Lady

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June 29 LIVE on Northumberland 89.7 FM Small Town Radio!
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My guests, Julian Warme and Maury Core (with a special appearance from Mike Grove(s)(er)!) of Avem and I discuss things like:

 

  • Why Avem Started
  • Who Avem is
  • What birdcore is
  • Their songwriting process while living across the country from one another
  • The process of recording their new EP
  • The inspiration for their songs
  • Why birds are so darn cool
  • What we can learn from birds
  • Being yourself even if you were hatched from a rotten egg
  • The good ol’ days of Northumberland County Early 2000s Punk
  • What kind of show-goers we each are
  • Julian and Maury’s favourite birds

    Featured Music

    Teenage Bottlerocket

  • Old Wives 

     

    The Unlovables

She told me once
“good poetry is what makes you feel”
something real, something bigger
than you:
The Moment.
I am a robin in the tree behind her house
snow cascading, furious,
settling on my wings
like cotton, like my mind
I am hope, she is a tree.
An orchard stands around her
blankets of snow
over firmly-rooted toes
curling around the soil
grounding, anchoring,
pulling her close.
I am a robin, and she is a tree
still close to me.

I was laying in the grass
and I saw one single bird
fly across my line of sight
wings outstretched
sunlight glaring off it’s feathers
which were black
like my hair
spread around me like a halo
weaving through blades of grass
while the bird weaved
through the tree line
shrieking at the barn cat
things were simple.

Once,
I felt part
of something
but
I didn’t feel
part of myself
just part of
outside of me
body lost below me
untouchable
except to anyone else
no room
left for me.

So I’ll just be grateful for birds (for now)
ones with wings that blend
into the night sky
of the new moon
ones that exist
simultaneously with the clouds
the trees even
the lake
when they need/want it,

something like
the opposite of dissociating
something like
the opposite of this
jaw-clenching reality
this existence I’ve tried
to  opt out of
until now.