FOUR WOMEN, FOUR VOICES poetry reading and art show, July 30, 2023

FOUR WOMEN, FOUR VOICES poetry reading and art show, July 30, 2023

 

FOUR WOMEN, FOUR VOICES

Hello poets, poetry lovers, artists, art lovers! Join us on Sunday, July 30th from 12:30 to 4:30 pm in the Living Room at the Tranzac Club for four unique women’s voices – Clara Blackwood, Brenda Clews, Jennifer Hosein and Archna Sahni. There will be a small art show with paintings by Clara, Brenda and Jennifer. The art show begins at 12:30 pm and readings begin at 2:00 pm. Archna will show her poetry film “Love Poem for Toronto,” her spiritual autobiography, as part of her reading. It promises to be an exciting afternoon! And yes, we will have free refreshments.

Poet Painters – November 23, 2022

Poet Painters – November 23, 2022

Painter Poets 2022

Painter Poets is an online reading on Wednesday, November 23 from 7 – 9 pm. Register via Eventbrite.

Painter Poets features Jennifer Hosein reading poems with her paintings, Allan Briesmaster, who will read poetry while showing a slideshow of Holly Briesmaster’s paintings, Brenda Clews reading poems on her late brother’s, Raymond Clews’, paintings, Carole Giangrande, who will show her fabulous bird photographs and read poems, and Ellen Chang Richardson, who writes startling and insightful poetry about contemporary art.

This event is supported by the League of Canadian Poets and the
Ontario Arts Council.

 

 

Brockton Writers Series 14.09.22: Jennifer Hosein blog post

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.