September 21, 2018
A draftBy Ben Ladouceur
For years my partner and I lived in a condo, one of the four sides of which was flanked by windows, only one. The world was out there and we were in here, boxed, safe, separate, tucked away in the proscenium. ...
June 01, 2018
On MiddlesBy Ben Ladouceur
Recently I sat at the booksellers’ table during a poetry reading. This is best-case scenario seating. You might feel a little nervous that you’ll spill your drink on hundreds of dollars of merch, ...
March 16, 2018
An Interview with Justin Million, host/star of KEYBOARDS!By Ben Ladouceur
For the last few years, Peterborough poet Justin Million has been hosting (starring in? living? breathing?) a weird interpretation of the poetry reading called KEYBOARDS! As with any reading, poems are ...
January 30, 2018
Behind Every Story, A Less Interesting StoryBy Ben Ladouceur
Lillian is trying to write a good play. When progress alludes her, she tears the false starts out of her typewriter, scrunches them up into balls, and kicks over the wastebasket that brims with bad drafts. ...
December 27, 2017
Reading Books While Desperately Avoiding LonelinessBy Ben Ladouceur
There was a tree surrounded by countless of its kind, but also all alone, as the only one alive. Its nearby kin debarked and digested, steamed into slop, robbed of their resin and lignin, cleaned, screened, ...
August 16, 2017
Considering the IncompleteBy Ben Ladouceur
I love to buy something then cut it in half. I did this recently with a product called the World’s Best Dishcloth and felt like a genius. Now I had two dishcloths and they were both the best dishcloth ...
July 31, 2017
An Interview with David O’Meara, organizer of the Plan 99 Reading SeriesBy Ben Ladouceur
In the Manx Pub, a basement bar on Ottawa’s Elgin St., there’s a slim shelf of books – lots of poetry, but also some prose. The books are often browsed, often borrowed, and often returned. They’re ...
May 24, 2017
Happy Birthday, Marian Engel!By Ben Ladouceur
Today is the eighty-fourth birthday of Marian Engel, or it would be, had the novelist not died of cancer in 1985. Now, instead of a person, she is a name, survived like all people by her family and friends, ...
April 19, 2017
In Praise of Those Who Publish NothingBy Ben Ladouceur
Like many of my time zone, I spent the night of November 9th with my smartphone on the same pillow as my head, awakening every now and again to check, and get my mind around, the news. I also had very ...
March 24, 2017
How to Feel, What to EatBy Ben Ladouceur
I just got a latte at Starbucks. My drink took a long time. While I waited I eavesdropped on a good chunk of a date, between a man and a woman, taking place at a table near the pick-up station. I believe ...