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July 28, 2015 No Comments

Latest Huffington Post piece, this one about me and Ming-hua and my Learning Chinese.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tricia-mccallum/learning-chinese_b_7874896.html

A Sad Child

July 24, 2015 No Comments

I love how Margaret Atwood manages to let go here – utterly – and yet still retain perfect control. It’s what she does best, I think. She gives the reader a breathless exhilarating free fall in her poems and all the while we know we are in expert hands.

A sad child

You’re sad because you’re sad.
It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.

Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.

Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the day of the lawn party
when you came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the ice-cream smear,
and said to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the favorite child.

My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you’re trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket or burning car,

and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside your head
or else the floor, or else the pillow,
none of us is;
or else we all are.

Google, I Hardly Knew Ye.

July 14, 2015 No Comments

A new piece of mine about the shortcomings of Google, just up on Huffington Post.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tricia-mccallum/google-the-verb_b_7673512.html

Graveyard of Broken Dreams

May 20, 2015 No Comments

This is my latest piece on Huff Post, one particularly close to my heart, about the plight of growing numbers of refugees heading out to sea on crowded battered boats, seeking a haven from the destitution of their homelands.

There are no easy answers here. I ask that you read and share. Thanks.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tricia-mccallum/hell-island_b_7301160.html

And it’s Enough…

February 16, 2015 No Comments

I am thrilled that my poem Enough is the featured piece on the website Every Day Poems today.

I’m honored to be in such wonderful company; these are extraordinary writers.

I invite you to come and read my work – and theirs.

http://www.everywritersresource.com/poemeveryday/enough-tricia-mccallum/

Kill me. Kill me now.

January 23, 2015 No Comments

Read my new story on Huff Po today, a fun romp of a story about a hideously bad date. If it makes you laugh: like it on Huff Po, share it, tweet it, comment , any and all.

I would truly appreciate your efforts. Here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tricia-mccallum/complete-me-dot-com_b_6524768.html

Newspaper article running today on my new book!

November 19, 2014 No Comments

Article (linked below) running today in the Barrie Examiner about my MacLaren Art Centre Reading there on November 28^th.

I think the writer Susan Doolan did a wonderful job telling my story.

http://www.thebarrieexaminer.com/2014/11/18/writer-returns-to-her-barrie-roots

More Toronto Book Launch photos!

November 5, 2014 No Comments

More from launch of The Music of Leaving, my new book of poetry, on Saturday evening, November 1^st at the Women’s Art Association of Canada in Toronto’s Yorkville.

My poetry in outer space.

October 10, 2014 No Comments

I am reading from my new book at Toronto’s Runnymede Library next Thursday, October 16th.

And I ‘ll be introducing the author Bob McDonald host of CBC’s weekly science show Quirks and Quarks, who will launch his latest book Canadian Spacewalkers: Hadfield, MacLean and Williams Remember the Ultimate High Adventure.

This man has an asteroid named after him! Whether it’s heading this way I’ll have to check with him…

Science and Art intersecting!

Do you like my poetry?

June 21, 2014 No Comments

Author Michael Ondaatje says of her work,

“Sharon Olds’s poems are pure fire in the hands, risky, on the verge of falling, and in the end leaping up. I love the roughness and humor and brag and tenderness and completion in her work as she carries the reader through rooms of passion and loss.”^[7]

Even Ondaatje’s reviews are pure poetry…