My (almost) first invite!


I’ve been invited to speak about writing poetry, invited to present my poetry in various capacities, and today I received a text message inviting me to install Pop-Up-Poetry! And just as I’m about to call it my first invite, I realize it isn’t, but the common denominator is the friend that invited me… both times. The first was at the library. The second is an outdoor location, in proximity to this lovely Easter tree along the Southbay trail that follows Bellevue Creek out to Okanagan Lake, in Kelowna.IMG_0605

I have such wonderful friends, some who like poetry, and some who don’t. I love my friends equally, but on this occasion I want to send a shout out to my friend who actively seeks me out and reminds me to get out there with my work.

Thank you, dear Susan, my bookie, artsy, gardening, and encouraging friend. And I’ll be out there later today, I promise. After I finish writing this post, and staining the fence. Yes, then I will go.


If you have an artist friend, remember most of us are introverted, and can at times become reclusive. Invite us out. Drag us out. We will thank you.


Flash Poetry Pin-ups…


The sun came out today so I went out too… with a satchel of poems and plastic sleeves and clips to affix them temporarily to some chain link fence. And the poems I chose for this first in a long time Pop-Up-Poetry install (since Christmas’s “Illumination Installations”) were those that resulted from my most recent forays into FLASH POETRY on Facebook.

Here’s what I did. I posted a “Call Out” on my Facebook pages, asking friends to post as comments their words or phrases, for a given short period of time. Then, when the time was up, I harvested their words and let them simmer for a bit. Each time, serendipitously, a theme arose and a new poem was birthed including all the harvested words (but not necessarily in the same order they appeared or even in their original context). I posted the poems giving credit to all contributors, and then repeated the process. Six times so far. The sixth poem is still simmering at this point.

So far I have “found” and posted five FLASH POEMS in this way of collaboration and creation. “Flash” simply a way to describe the spontaneity and fast turnaround time from call out to post, like Flash Mobs. Facebook as a public, creative medium, and friends as collaborators/co-creators. Flash fun for everyone! (I realize these poems may be disqualified from future publishing, but I really don’t mind. They are already serving a purpose. They are for people. People are reading them.)

Anyway, today I took three flash poems out for a walk and pinned them up at random locations. These spontaneous distributions of words continue to inspire me no matter how or when or why.

Here’s one you might find if you are walking through my neighbourhood anytime soon;

by Lesley-Anne Evans


Must you
say sayonara? Say
sepia photographs. Remind me
of that day last August
when we lay on the beach, watched
the clouds like Madagascar vanilla
spilled on the counter
at sunset. Where will we find
that fierceness, that turn
into the light.

Quails scoot over my lawn, little balls
scoot into the sunlight. Hey, can you
give me the tutorial, say the fierceness
of Madagascar, remind me
of sepia
wait a minute

*A found poem taken from words and phrases gathered on Facebook with permission of the following contributors; John Dorig, Jamie Rosanna Dorig, Carolyn Campbell, Loraine Kemp, Kelly Pond, and Danny Richardson. A new context is created within the framework of the poem by Lesley-Anne Evans.

That’s all for now. Gotcha, neighbour!