


Brockton Writers Series 14.09.22: Jennifer Hosein blog post
Brockton Writers Series 14.09.22: Jennifer Hosein’s blog post
HEART
As a writer and visual artist, my work tends to overlap. In difficult times, I lean into one or the other, or both, for sustenance. Therefore, when my mother’s aortic valve needed replacing, I began to write frantically about our time together.
After her passing, I did not know how to survive, so I painted. Madly. I painted my mother from old black-and-white photos and found her in the hours that I spent looking into her face. I am still painting her, nine years later, still privileged to be in her company. She never leaves me!
I’d like to share a video of the poem “Heart” from my book A Map of Rain Days, as well as an excerpt from a work-in-progress:
Excerpt:
January 5th:
Tomorrow is my daughter’s birthday. I promised her a cake before midnight, and I do everything I can to stop the car from turning me back home, my heart pounding against the steering wheel. But my mother is waiting by the window. She doesn’t know, and then she does, tossing fragments of her old life into plastic bags: a handful of photographs, a miscellany of yellowed papers, a tattered jewelry box, too-tight clothes, slippers.
I am paralyzed. I cannot pull myself up off the floor where I spent much of the summer in a pile of sleeping bags and pillows, paper and pencils. There will never be another summer like that: doctor’s waiting rooms, Chinese supermarkets, creamy popsicles from the Pakistani grocer’s, trips to the lake. Sometimes, then, I felt caged. Now, it’s all I want.
My aunt’s house is warm, but my mother’s new bedroom is wintry and smells of mothballs and cat. I spray perfume into corners, place a few of my mother’s photographs on the dresser top, tune the clock radio to the jazz station we listened to on dusk drives from my aunt’s house back to my mother’s apartment. How I will miss those drives! Helping my mother dress for bed, I take her socks off, pull a flannel nightgown over her head, kiss her and tuck her into the cold, stinking night before I go.
I race down the Don Valley Parkway toward January 6th, but there is a car rolled over on the highway. I run in the door at 11:54 p.m., just in time to put candles on the cake and sing “Happy Birthday” to my daughter. Love fills me up like a balloon, so full and stretched and thin am I.

Hollay Ghadery reads Jennifer Hosein’s poem “Widow” in Poetry from the Paddock
Poetry from the Paddock with Hollay Ghadery
Hollay Ghadery reads “Widow” by Jennifer Hosein in the paddock with her wee friends.

Genealogies reading, July 13, 2022
Genealogies reading, July 13, 2022
A magical evening! Allan Weiss and I were joined by guest readers Ivy Reiss, John Oughton, Janice Colman, Norman Allan and Paul Edward Costa, with cameos by Tonya Liburd and Olga Stein. The readers were fabulous! I didn’t want it to end. And of course there were paintings to go with my poems and stories.
(Click to see the recording.)

Five Poets reading – March 9, 2022
Five Poets – March 9, 2020
What a night! Poets Ellen Chang-Richardson, Tyler Pennock, Charlie Petch, Andrea Thompson and I shared poems, music and art. I also hosted. You can watch the video here.

Five Poets – March 9th, 2022
Five Poets
I am thrilled to be hosting and reading on March 9 with the fabulous poets Ellen Chang-Richarson, Tyler Pennock, Charlie Petch, and Andrea Thompson! It’s going to be a great night! This is a free online event. Please register via the link provided. Thank you to the league of Canadian Poets for their support.
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