Home

Time to provide some more details about that announcement I made in the last post.

I am excited to say that Home, my first collection of poetry and short stories, will be launching on April 7th. As I said before, it’s a fairly modest collection — comprised of 31 individual pieces — but I’m really excited to share my writing with, well, anyone who wants to read it.

To that end: there will be a few different ways to get your hands on the collection if you so desire. On the 7th, I’ll be doing a reading and Q&A at the Owens Art Gallery at Mount Allison University, and I’ll have a number of copies with me that I’ll be giving away for free. If you’re busy that day, don’t live in New Brunswick, or don’t like leaving the house, you’ll be able to order a copy online for the low price of $10 (plus shipping).

I’ll also be posting a PDF of the entire collection on this site, free for anyone to download. If you’d like a physical copy but don’t want to buy one, you can even just print the PDF and staple it together. It might not look as nice, but it’ll work.

After all, the point of this collection isn’t to make money. I’m not formally publishing it, not looking to sell it in bookstores or on Amazon. This is more of a passion project, something that I really wanted to complete for myself, something that I want to share with others if they’re willing to read it.

I’ll be posting more information as April 7th draws closer, but for now I’ll leave you with another poem from the collection.

Vacation

I sit by the pool with a good book,
bent-cornered, half-read,
and glad to see me again.
The smile below my sunglasses
is plainly visible, a badge
proclaiming my contentment.
I am anchored in place by a drink
and a dry towel, all-inclusive,
waiting for me when I arrived.

I stroll through shaded paths
and tiptoe into the ocean,
letting my legs match pace with the
gentle waves. I see my feet
through water like liquid glass,
feel the white sand’s shifting touch.
I walk alongside the beach
without urgency, the seashells
my only mile markers.
Twilight slowly paints the shoreline.
I have nowhere else to be.

I lean against the outdoor bar,
embracing the offer of
late nights and passing time.
Laughter and photographs
surround me. I’m more
than happy to let the banter
echo through the background.
All I want is to watch
the stars play across the sky
while the moon looks on.

 

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One thought on “Home

  1. Hello, Mitchell. I’m a friend of your Mom & Dad, and I just read your collection of poems in “Home”. Don’t worry – I’ll return their copy and get my own so I can re-read my favourites again when the mood strikes.
    I have to tell you that I really enjoyed your work, and I’ll be watching your website for more. I think Awake, Connection, and Home, Revisited were among my favourites, although when I comb through the collection, that’s a difficult decision.
    I look forward to putting your face to these words someday to see if you are as mysterious as your work.
    Keep writing about life – we need you.
    Terry Unilowsky

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