#RVWS Real Vancouver Writer’s Series triumphs again!

Another great event from Sean Cranbury – wonderful readers including Annelyse Gelman, Chelene Knight, Billeh Nickerson, Rahat Kurd, Billie Livingston and Beni Xiao.  Good stuff.  Looking forward to the next…


Real Vancouver Writers Series this Friday!

real vancReal Vancouver Writers’ Series returns in 2016 with our annual anniversary showcase on Friday February 26th at Chinatown’s The Playground (thisopenspace) located at 434 Columbia Street in Vancouver’s DTES.

The showcase is also coinciding with Freedom to Read Week and we’re happy to partner with this great organization to reaffirm our commitment to making terrible jokes and slurry proclamations, or, um, intellectual freedom, as it is guaranteed to all Canadians under the Charter of Rights and Freedoms. We take our jokes seriously and we hope you won’t laugh.

The stellar line-up includes:

Chelene Knight, author of Braided Skin, Mother Tongue Publishing.
Billeh Nickerson, author of Artificial Cherry, Arsenal Pulp Press.
Rahat Kurd, author of Cosmophilia, Talon Books.
Annelyse Gelman, author of Everyone I Love is a Stranger to Someone, published independently.
Beni Xiao, author of poems and things as yet uncollected and released upon the world.
Billie Livingston, author of The Crooked Heart of Mercy, published by Penguin Random House of Canada.

So take that cold and indifferent grip of winter!

As always admission to the event is by donation and nobody will ever be turned away for lack of funds.

Real Vancouver Writers’ Series is a volunteer-run independent non-profit society that produces 4 to 6 events a year showcasing the work of writers from Vancouver and beyond. We provide a welcome and convivial atmosphere to enjoy great writing and great people together in one room.

And there’s always books and beer.

Late Winter Poem no. 13

hello dust

and fragrance

of concrete

february is the kindest month, breeding

regeneration out of the cold

flicker of pulse across the wasteland

a hand outstretched towards oblivion

and your hand

we drank coffee in the terminal

and rode the train

where you felt confined and impatient

the mountains in the distance

full of judgement and snow.

(Vancouver, 2016)