I’m excited to virtually return to my alma mater for a reading on Wednesday, May 19. 12pm Pacific Time. 3pm Eastern Time. “The raison d’être of Lunch Poems is to invite and welcome everyone to enjoy poetry in a relaxed and casual atmosphere, whether you are new to poetry or have had a long romance … Continue reading Upcoming Event – SFU Lunch Poems
Author: Lindsay B-e
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Upcoming Event – Versefest 2020
I’m participating in an event next Saturday, rescheduled due to technical difficulties unfortunately, it’ll be streamed here: VERSEFEST. SATURDAY NIGHT SPECIAL Saturday Nov 14 • 7:30pm–8:30pm Eastern One of the poems from The Cyborg Anthology was translated into French for the festival. Merci! Read it here.
The Cyborg Anthology Trailer, Launch
Please join Toronto Lit Up and Brick Books for the virtual launch of Lindsay B-e’s The Cyborg Anthology. Featuring Cyborg poetry readings by Larissa Lai, Ryan North, Tyler Pennock, and Irfan Ali. There will also be prizes and a live Q&A with the author. A special thanks to McNally Robinson Booksellers in Saskatoon and Another … Continue reading The Cyborg Anthology Trailer, Launch
Shepherd’s Crossing Adventure Two Added
There’s been more traffic on this site since the RPG game I wrote for the kids got posted on The Compendium of Free Tabletop Role-Playing Games. Much obliged to them for including it in their list. Adventure Two has been added, where players will have to solve another magical mystery in the Shepherd’s Crossing School of … Continue reading Shepherd’s Crossing Adventure Two Added
Poetry is Dead Cows
I’ve got a poem in the final issue of Poetry is Dead Magazine. It’s the “Small Town” issue and my poem is about an incident outside of Clavet, SK where a train ran over a bunch of cows. You can purchase a copy here. The launch is next week in Toronto and I’m looking forward … Continue reading Poetry is Dead Cows
Pets and their Namesakes
Kierkegaard (RIP) | Robot | McFeely | Riker | Leia
Snoot
I feel strange about this poem now. I wrote it about my fear of Kierkegaard’s death, and when he passed away in December, a few days short of his 14th birthday, I was across the world from him in New Zealand. To quote my own poem, his demise also “happened offscreen”. I’m still quite sad … Continue reading Snoot
