Pssst, small press fair

Today

From noon to five. Come chat. Come browse. Come buy. Come play. Meet people. Meet ideas. All the fun stuff. 141 Bayview Station Road, Ottawa.

Sorry I forgot to mention sooner than like, uhhh, 4 hours notice. Been colouring. Literally. Outside the lines, inside the lines, making lines, doing blackout poems for weeks until my fingertip is numb. Very odd.

The date kinda snuck up on me. I have no ideas where I packed my signs for the table. I have a new tablecloth because who knows where the old one got off to since November.

It’s all small stuff. Living’s the thing. People are the thing. Or rather, the thing is, people. Nope, that still comes out wrong.

Poetry, poetry is the thing. And small press. And being makers, valueing makers. It’s energizing to make instead of solely consume. It’s the process of falling into a project that I love. I’ve been editing for so many months. New things in spurts but mostly editing. And teaching. And anyhew, more later.

Come to the fair if you can. If not support your indie bookstores. And make a thing. Definitely, you should make a thing.