https://www.eventbrite.ca/e/silent-theatre-pitcher-show-tickets-116887703267 This is the first theatre performance, possibly, where you must turn your cell phone on! The rings and dings of incoming messages are not only welcome, but necessary! When you buy a ticket for my performance, at eventbrite.com, be sure to send me your cell number. Throughout my show you will receive a series of texts that will function in the same way as the captions of the silent movies of … [Read more...]

Dear Earth. Today you have the stage. Your performance is forever. Yesterday I felt important until I remembered dinosaurs. People made Art before there were words. I will plant my journals to grow word flowers which will speak to bees who will pollinate us with hope. A thousand years from now our work will live in a cloud that no one knows about, except for you, and when it rains you will receive us again. Love from me, to all of us who are so lucky to dwell here and bear witness. … [Read more...]

Insomnia: A Love Story. Here you are once again. Wrapped around me at 4 a.m. Humming in my ear. Look out, you say. Look out. Look out for what? There is a breath of angels in the sky. Now a puppy. Now a dragon. Now it’s now. Oh. What should we think about? The bills? The shifting nature of nature? No. Not tonight. It’s not technically night. It’s 4 in the morning. It’s morning time. Mourning time. For what? For the day we will use up without thinking. Aren’t I … [Read more...]

On the first day of my official residency at MUN I burbled around the campus, giddy from having said hello to Andrew Loman and Lisa Moore AT THE SAME TIME. Today I am spending my day in bed because I am writing My Bed Play. It will be performed in my bed as part of my residency. My mother said to me one time, “Your grandfather never had his name written down.” I asked her what she meant by that. She said, “No one ever wrote his name down anywhere. Not in history books or newspapers.” He … [Read more...]

Come hither, O mistress. Cast your lovely gaze to where I hang by a fragile claw from the top of the window coverings. This petite snag is unhappily interfering with my planned afternoon activity of licking beneath my left leg. Oh ho! Look how I make the jest! Alas.  Sister-of-my-Heart is of no assistance as she is engaged in her afternoon activity of napping. Wherefore art thou, oh heart? I most anxiously await your blessed return. Perhaps you are in awe of my … [Read more...]

Make me a window from sonnets that open and close to vistas of hence-forths and wither thouest. Build me a house of words where every room is changeable by the moment and we can get lost in a pause. Wither thou goest without me on this day, while I wait in my too too immovable mortar and bricks. Put words in the sky that cause the birds to flutter and the birds can eat the words and sing like the ancient choirs they are. The best bed will be made from ellipses that linger on and on … [Read more...]

  Hello world. It's me. Bernardine. It's been swell traipsing around the sun with you for another year. What a tough one, eh? Someone smarter than me wrote that no one promised life would be easy all the time. And yet we only get the one life to fiddle around with, so I have to say I'm grateful for the last 12 months of discovery. I'm not going to reflect on it too much, because it seems to me that looking back is the sure way to becoming a pillar of salt. On such a day as this, with so … [Read more...]