New for Spring 2011

Kristin Charleton/
Glen Keddie

Hi-res Front Cover
Back Cover
Page 17: Honeydipping
Page 52: Wee Lamb

Author's website:
www.kirstyelliot.ca


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April 2011|4.5 x 7.25|76 pp|978-1-926655-23-9|$15.95

True

poetry by Kirsty Elliot

"Poems about pushing out babies and falling in love with them and poems about taking hallucinogens and drifting around the Arctic while you turn into a young woman."


Shortlisted for the Gerald Lampert Award 2012

These poems are like valentines dropped in the snow.
Pink feather boas and spruce trees. Glitter and firelight. But don't let the stardust fool you. There's something visceral and warm-blooded just under the surface.
Simple, lovely and true.
Charlotte Gill

Kirsty Elliot is one of my favourite writers of all time. We wrote two songs together and they are still my biggest hits. Our first song, Humminah, is a story made into a song, verbatim, from Kirsty's mouth. It is perfect and simple, sad and hilarious. This is what Kirsty excels at: finding the balance-points of humour and heartbreak, whimsy and depth, light-heartedness and dark twists. She's a fairy who has lived in the deeps of the forest for ages and knows how to cast some damn potent spells.
Kim Barlow


Charlotte Gill is the author of the multi-award winning novel Ladykiller and the forthcoming memoir about treeplanting called Eating Dirt
www.charlottegill.com

Kim Barlow is a singer songwriter, a two-time Juno nominee in Whitehorse, Yukon. Her latest CD is Saplings. www.kimbarlow.ca

Kristin Charleton's work is at Rove Photography
www.rovephotography.com

See Kirsty's vimeo: "The Night My Creampuffs Fell"

"A little movie about the spring my dude went treeplanting and left me in a plastic shack with our 2 babies. I took my tweets and turned them into a chapbook which I then made into a movie."


Kirsty Elliot was accidently born in England because she’s Scottish. Her mom was a midwife and her Dad was a chemical engineer. She lived in Carnoustie until she was three and then moved to the Bahamas until she was seven. Life was all glass bottom boats and swimming all day until her dad was recruited by a nuclear power plant in Ontario. She spent the rest of her childhood in Inverhuron and then she thinks she went to high school in Port Elgin but she’s kind of blocked it out.

She attended Trent University until a global cycling addiction prevented her from finishing her Native Studies degree. She spent a decade living in the Yukon and Northwest Territories before moving down south to caretake a dreamy, private island. She spent three years living all alone in a house that floated in the ocean and looked like a walnut that fell from outer space. It was here that the poems in this book began to make themselves known.

She now lives with her husband and their two children on Lasqueti Island where they cleared some land, dug some ponds, made a garden and built a cute little plastic shack. They just spent their fourth winter all together in the plastic fantastic. So please buy this book. Hell, buy two.

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