Laurie D. Graham

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Tomorrow, Wednesday, I’m back in my old haunt of London, Ontario, to read with dear friends/poets/candidate for city council/revered chapbook publisher Tom Cull and Karen Schindler at Little Wren Books, a place I’m very excited to see for the first time. Hope you’ll join us!

A yellow poster for this reading at Little Wren Books contains a picture of Laurie and an image of the cover of her book Calling It Back to Me, as well as info about the reading: June 17, 7 p.m., with Tom Cull and Karen Schindler.

Through spring, I get to bring out Calling It Back to Me with friends and writers I admire. Here’s my next friendly April event, this Sunday afternoon with Rob Winger at the beloved, iconic @blueheronbooks—well worth the trip to Uxbridge, hopefully Sunday—will I see you?—but really any day.

A poster in the beige and grey and gold of the cover of Calling It Back to Me, with black and white images of poets Laurie D. Graham and Rob Winger. Info about the event is stated here: Sunday, April 12, 2 p.m., Blue Heron Books, 62 Brock St. West, Uxbridge.

This is Calling It Back to Me’s release day, though the book, stacks of them (or boxes? how are they housed?) have been sitting in a warehouse (where?) for a month, and they've been trickling into this world with me in tow, into this present, this March, this reluctant, catastrophed spring.

A row of book spines, dark in colour, the title Calling It Back to Me in yellow font.

wildroofjournal.substack.com/p/calling-it... Check out our new Substack post to preview Laurie D. Graham's forthcoming collection, Calling It Back to Me. In these searching, spare, and resonant poems trace the story of Graham's great-grandmothers’ lives before and after they left their homelands.

Calling It Back to Me: New poetry by Laurie D. Graham

Preview Calling It Back to Me, a clear-eyed witnessing of familial history from two-time Trillium Book Award finalist Laurie D. Graham

wildroofjournal.substack.com

Leaving home as inherited condition. Displacement as engine of industrial ag. Whatever became of my great-grandmothers. What they became when they landed here. What they thought or believed, couldn’t say, couldn’t do. Our present chews holes in shared memory. This will be my fourth book.

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