MWG Annual General Meeting

by Steve Oetting

Are you up on your Mushkegoinnimowin?

The Annual General Meeting for this year was held at the Bill and Helen Norrie Library Oct. 19. This lovely new library is one large rectangular room with solid windows on each side, offering a bright and sunny welcome to all of the MWG members that attended. The boardroom, spacious and equally luminous, was humming with the conversations of three to four dozen members as I arrived and was warmly greeted by Sharon Hamilton, Andy Dutfield, Susan Rocan and other members.

Sharon opened the meeting with a vibrant “Hello and Welcome Everyone!” and then passed the microphone to David Williamson for the land acknowledgement reading. Dave surprised everyone by first reciting the land acknowledgement in Swampy Cree, also known as Mushkegoinnimowin, which he mentioned he had learned with the assistance of his mother-in-law, followed by a second reading in English. It was an enchanting and perfect start to the AGM of a Guild that is eager to promote diversity and inclusion among its membership.

Sharon resumed the reins and launched directly into the AGM business at hand. Her President’s Report described the past year as both exciting, with many new initiatives, and also challenging, with a few minor setbacks. On the upside, she noted that membership had increased once again, to 275 members, and she offered a heartfelt thank you to all of the volunteers without whom many of the MWG programs could not operate.

New initiatives included a continuation of the Youth program, our participation in the new North Point Douglas Hub project, three new Critique Circles that include a second Prose CC, a new Poetry CC and a new BIPOC CC, the development of the Reporters’ Group that is now providing articles on numerous MWG events to the website each month, and a new DEI (Diversity, Inclusion, Equity) committee that has been working diligently on drafting our DEI-related policies and a new Safe and Respectful Environment Policy.

Sharon announced that with the addition of several new board members, all empty slots on the Board of Directors are full. and work is underway to assign a second vice-president to enable even better management direction going forward. The new directors and their initial roles are as follows:

  • Marlene Schellenberg – Finance; Nominations and Governance
  • Beth Watters – Finance; Treasurer
  • Jake Reichert – Finance; Poetry Critique Circle Co-Moderator
  • Bryan Bellec – Resource Planning and Fundraising; Beta Reader Program; Tech for Streaming Events
  • Steve Oetting – Reporters’ Group Coordinator; Membership, Communications and Marketing
  • Tami Reynolds – 50th Anniversary; Nominations and Governance; Prose Critique Circle Moderator
  • Matt Brough – Program

On the downside, longstanding Treasurer Clarice Sinohinc and bookkeeper Yuri Karube have departed. Sharon thanked them graciously for all their contributions. The transition has been challenging, but with the assistance of new Treasurer Beth Watters and new bookkeeper Angela Hilderbrand, financial management tasks have been completed on time. Grant applications were also challenging over the past year, but with funding from the provincial government, a generous donation from Kamal Malaker to support of the annual Rabindranath Tagore Poetry Competition for the next five years, a donation from Dave Williamson to support the short story competition, and the collection of membership fees, the guild is in a better financial picture than last year at this time.

Sharon then asked Andy Dutfield to review the financial report and request approval from the membership for the proposed budget and financial statements as presented and prepared by the Exchange Group. Andy also reviewed the ongoing efforts and achievements of the various committees, thanking both the chairs and the members of those committees.

David Williamson was then asked to provide some details about the new North Point Douglas Hub project. He invited Dr. Di Brandt to come up and elaborate on the program. She described the North Point Douglas area as one of the most unique parts of Winnipeg, with both its extraordinary population of artists of a wide variety of creative arts and its high population of underprivileged citizens. The funding provided by the Province of Manitoba is just one of many initiatives intended to help rejuvenate this area of our city and offer valuable opportunities to its residents.

Once all of the questions were answered and the required voting concluded, Sharon invited all of the board members up to the front for a special surprise. She then presented Andy Dutfield with an honorary lifetime membership and her heartfelt appreciation for the huge volume of time and effort that he has provided to the Guild, not only during his five years as president but every day since in which he continues to contribute his time, his skills and his energy. It was a special moment, one that was greeted with beaming smiles and resounding applause, and a lovely end to a productive and successful meeting.

Winning Poems Tagore 2024

1st Place (Tie):
Symphonie-de-survie – Nankafu Gisèle

Écoute, ô cœur, l’histoire de celle née dans la tourmente
Durant la guerre où les cris et les larmes étaient notre chant.
Je comprends la vie autrement, bien plus que ceux
Qui se prélassent dans les châteaux, abrités par la paix.

L’insécurité m’a poussée à fuir, à quitter mon pays
Avec mes parents, mes sœurs et mes frères, main dans la main.
De la patrie congolaise, je me suis retrouvée
Au Kenya, précisément à Nairobi, terre d’accueil et d’espoir.

Tel un oisillon à qui on apprend à voler,
J’ai appris la résilience, la force et la volonté d’embrasser l’inconnu.
J’ai dû m’intégrer dans une nouvelle société, guérir du traumatisme de la guerre
Apprendre une langue nouvelle, sans fierté, mais avec détermination.

L’insécurité linguistique me hantait : la peur des fautes devant les autres,
Et mon accent différent, révélateur de mon origine cachée.
Prier en swahili, chanter en français, penser en anglais,
Un mélange de sons et de mots, une symphonie de survie.

L’anglais, parfait dans ma tête, mais fugace quand venait l’heure
D’ouvrir la bouche, mon cerveau s’envolait, mon anglais s’évanouissait.
La plus grande épreuve, surmonter cette barrière invisible,
Et pourtant, mes petits anges, dons du ciel, s’expriment sans peine.

En trois langues, ils dansent, rient et grandissent,
Je les regarde, souriant, avec une fierté infinie.
Mon cœur taquine ma lenteur d’apprentissage,
Mais je ris, car ils sont nés au Canada, ce pays de mille visages.

Leur mère, congolaise, a vécu au Kenya, et leur père
Sud-africain, apportent une richesse de cultures variées.
Je suis impatiente de voir leur futur, de raconter leur histoire,
Dans ce monde, où s’entremêlent cultures et espoirs,
Notre symphonie de survie vibre de souvenirs et d’amour.

Immigrant – Danie J Botha

immigrant lips forget to breathe—
hands sewn to a single suitcase,
its contents: a lifetime lived

beyond an ocean, place of the wildebeest,
baobab, blood-soaked bougainvillea,
round red suns, wide white skies

immigrant eyes—unsmiling passport picture,
country of birth; purpose-of-visit-papers
presented

the man in customs: only ever heard
of the Congo, asks about gorillas and gazelles,
then remembers Kunene and Kariba (but that’s not the Congo!)

immigrant voice unwavering
answers yes sir, no sir, thank you sir,
in stilted Anglo-Saxon

“you cannot be from there,” his eyes insist,
calculates the pigment in our faces
our hides paler than desert sand

immigrant heart silent within
an empty chest, bleeds in obsidian soil,
pulses in a far-off fatherland

one hand-flick and we’re through. “welcome!
be on the lookout for peeling paper birch,
beavers, and bears.”

immigrant ribs remember to breathe—
how to escape
the single suitcase

2nd Place:
Green Windows – Jaya Brata Bose

In the crimson night of my sleep
I lay awake sometimes – in another room
wooden windows in green

open, like eyes to the dark outside.
The tubelight paints the walls white
as conversations flow like a river of words

meandering into my conscious mind,
as the mumbled utterances of sleep.
My mother’s sari clings to me – a mellow scent

redolent of jaba flowers garlanding
the dashboard-goddess of the taxi
that presses through a darkening alley.

Alley after alley, a convoluted geometry
deciphered by the moonlit veins
of leaves swaying in the sea-wind.

Leading up to the lanes, a strange address
at once familiar, now forgotten
a room with green windows,

where the child I knew still lives
hidden from daylight,
stirring my sleep with his silent breath.

3rd Place:
Mother Tongue – Hazel Aduna (preferred name)

Inang wasn’t thinking about conjugations or syntax when she spoke to me, me who
spoke one language and was even less worldly at the table
For this child of her child she mastered an economy of words:
Had I eaten? Kain na.
and then provided a menu with items as curated as these stanzas.
Steaming hot and savoury chicken adobo, greasy fried eggs
Mahal kita tasted like rice sweetened and pounded into bibingka
I love yous were kept in yellow-topped jars as ginger snap cookies from the grocery store

Like me, my husband’s mother was born here
and we both speak the cuisine — lumpia, pancit, kare-kare — without hesitation
My tongue pampered as a nourished child
Hers honed by the whetstone of prowess in the kitchen,
plating fleeting morsels of a childhood she never knew, from a country she’d never been
to please the palate of a parent gained,
flying the flag of family

My mom says the secret is a specific brand-name ketchup
I think the secret is developing dishes over decades,
every iteration with a more confident wrist
to swirl in patis, skim off scum,
be generous with garlic.
She can coax the same cow into dual citizenship:
Pot roast, served with baked potatoes and gravy
Mechado, best the next day over rice

She brings me meals even now, to my home across the city
Old standards evolved
The same palabok I sliced eggs for on their wooden table
served with crumbled chicharon and pork floss, this time,
at my dining set, clamoured for by our little ones
who know even less of the language
than I did

If I want my children to remember the way my mom says sinigang, I must
Worry after their stomachs, their sleep, their smiles
and mash taro root into the broth
If I want them to learn how to say empanada as my mother-in-law has, I have to
Keep my home open and heart warm
and not forget which shortening makes the best dough

On a whim in November, I put a box of ginger snaps in the cart
and understood why after having the first one at home:
A chew of spice bright like the apartment in my memory,
Sweet like salamat po in my mouth, a thank you thick in molasses;
Inang’s birthday on the calendar.

Honourable Mentions:

Diaspora – Vindra Jain

I am one of the scattered bits (seeds)
Or maybe a weed
since I sprouted here and was not
Intentionally planted.
I blew in on a trade wind and
Hibernated through the Sharad Ritu for Hemant Ritu*
End of dry season harvest.

My mother, swollen and blooming through
Summer heat and then cooled as the leaves changed
Colours to fall…Fall.
The world, dormant as I grew
Within her.
My premature arrival came with snow and bitter cold, but
JustintimeforChristmasbreak.

A shaky and uncertain start
I took root
in this new land
securing my family
to this new nation – Canada.
Their Trini boughs were to be
Tethered to this place for their lifetime.
No going ‘home’… they were already here.

I am the ‘little one,’ born away and not part of
‘Back home’.
Do I sound like I’m complaining?
Really, I’m not.

*Indian seasons are divided into six seasons – two months for each: Sharad Ritu (Autumn), Hemant Ritu (Pre-Winter). Trinidad has the dry season (June to December) and the wet season (January to May).

Being Born – Sarah Mercer

A typical look (agony) not mistaken for another,
the usual emptiness on arrival—womb, arms; tummy, tabula rasa?—
but the exiting is greater than the entering,
obstructing the before, displacing the after.

The unknown parent:
Wizard behind the unpulled curtain (“No, Toto!”);
someone you could walk by on the street without realizing.
The mysteries of life need no augmentation.

The rubble does not tell of its early majesties,
the chasing billows after the toppling,
the sifting of the regions.

A daisy refashioned by love-me-nots:
not a sun but a lone polka-dot.
Where does the centre of the rose go
when all of its petals have been plucked?

Shifting states like melting chocolate still formed
or a yolk first-pierced;
viscosity resisted by living the in-between.

From the earliest generations,
birth and death have nestled—not as opposites.
Progeny without agency:
Historic royalty and pauper mixed like newspaper and glue,
the outer print still legible;
cruel and compassionate beings portioned out to all.
I do not bite my own hand.

Some young are eaten, some are spit out
with denial, signing of papers—
What will the people at church think?—
by family deciding who is family.

Wanting to speak sing the mother father tongue consume tradition rites—how?

Are bells that stay silent still known as bells?
The weight is heavier when not moving.
Does the metal retain its
pitch pealing (or tolling) keeling (or, oscillatory) motion centre of gravity patience?

Let me declare: My name is Bell! My name is bell.

A Grand Mother – Jennifer Tesoro

bright jasmine-white petal prints
boldly scattered against cottoned vermillion
draping the female physique
an everyday duster donned by cultured queens
signaling strength through love
decades laundered and generations sun-starched
squeezed clean, hung-out-to-dry
yet unyielding:
these are threads of
a mother’s pambahay*

see her then
tango about the rooms, in to-and-fro preparation
twilight dreams dissolved by sunrise or sunset
rendered illusive
sturdy-soft nut-brown legs
holding firm against the persistently
playful hemline of her pambahay

see her now
squat over discarded tree pilings
old brittle remains once-upon-a-time outstretched boughs
of a fruit-gifting tree
pieced and parceled in death
heaped into hope and promise
of a rebirth into life-saving heat

see her there
bent with task and toil
magnetised to purpose
working the beginnings
of smoky embers
throwing crooked stems and patches of bark
to feed the newborn glow

see her here
crouched: back to the world
perched: face into fire
flame-licked retina
ignites the corona ablaze
crowning her chestnut iris
burning with determination

recognise grandmother’s spirit reflected in daughter’s fresh suckling gaze
both bathe in memories father relives of his mother and long gone-by days

Flourishing in Retirement Book Launch

By Heather Emberley

Begin with the end in mind. That’s what Jessica Smithies did in a masterful job of facilitating Shelly Dale’s book launch of Flourishing: A 5 Step Guide to Joy for the Post-Career Woman. That end being a career and all the possibilities awaiting women who retire or plan to retire. A packed house at 2 p.m. at Artspace on Oct. 6 was greeted by a colour co-ordinated author who complemented the décor of blue and yellow sunflowers. Even the cakes were decorated accordingly. And who could resist entering the draw for the writing tools door prize!

With the assistance of her daughter, who solved Wi-Fi connection conundrums, and the support of her husband, I felt we were in good hands to explore the challenges and possibilities of retirement in a safe and welcoming setting.

Workshop presenter, facilitator, retired public health nurse, wife, mother, grandmother and now published author, Shelly Dale realized after a cancer scare that she could help others flourish no matter what their life challenges.

Shelly believes “we can choose joy” and what gave her joy was “to write about flourishing in retirement.” Her definition of flourishing is, “to be positive in all aspects of life.” That positivity and belief in herself motivated her to ignore the advice of a book coach who told her she’d never be published. With the support of sixteen participants in a focus group she received feedback and edited and edited some more.

When asked if she would do anything differently, Shelly said she’d include men pondering retirement and speak more to people in their ‘50’s to help prepare them for life after formal retirement. A new MWG member in the audience offered to pass her book on to financial planners, as he believes it is important to include with discussions about money. Because it’s not just about the money.

Shelly was adamant that her aim in sharing the potential of flourishing was to be practical, informative and to provide a framework of exercises to help those open to thinking ahead to plan ahead. Key to Shelly’s presentation was the importance of changing one’s mindset of “stinking thinking” about preconceived ideas about retirement and joy. By sharing details of her personal journey she touched the hearts of the audience while explaining how in five steps one can give up one’s day job and flourish. I think everyone left Shelly’s book launch ready to flourish.

To learn more, visit www.flourishingmatters.com, e-mail Shelly at or follow her on Instagram.

Many Genres, All Improved…

By barb janes

Some were already in the Sept. 18 Writers’ Critique Zoom room when I clicked in at 6:45, in time to hear one person excited with the way the Guild’s work is blossoming, particularly with new critique groups. Poetry and BIPOC, we’re lookin’ at you!

Thanks to Keenon, this group’s facilitator, we began at 7 p.m. sharp, as Keenon earlier circulated a detailed schedule for this night. This move eliminated the time-consuming, awkward pauses of “Who wants to go next?”, and he kept us to a tight timeline. This circle had two observers and six submissions of writing representing a variety of genres: creative non-fiction, comedy, speculative/absurdist, straight up short story. One person noted his first response to one of the genres was, “O yuck, come on,” but went on to say that that particular piece (a ghost story) worked well, and stretched him as a reader.

Having indicated via email that I would be a participant as well as reporting on this Critique Circle, I went first. I had to submit my piece twice, as first time I had sent it in PAGES, which not everyone could open (Apple and oranges…er, PCs). I had submitted some particular questions about my piece, and the group’s feedback was clear, respectful, and encouraging, while also offering a note of caution about one element (point taken, thanks!).

The evening flew by, as each writer read their work (complete with screen sharing), then received comments and questions. Comments lifted up particular phrases or images that resonated, reflected on how a narrator also becomes a character in the story; one piece drew a request for more of some characters and less of another. One participant noted a piece had too much repetition: one term was used seven times in four pages. Another suggested a piece could do with an edit for length, that some judicious cuts would make the piece more precise. As readers, we also talked about white space on the page, how separating out dialogue helps the eye move along or signals a shift in tone. There was a feeling of richness, as each work was unique in style, content, mood, voice.

At the last moment, one writer sent regrets (illness), but our facilitator suggested he would read that person’s piece, we would offer our feedback, and he would record that portion of our Zoom and send it along to the writer – a classy move!

I noted that almost all of the six writers submitted pieces longer than our allotted time, and none of us could see the “three-minute warning” in the chat as we were reading our pieces aloud. These circles depend on all participants doing some homework in advance, and, as a writer, I felt the group had done due diligence. It is helpful for participants to get their work circulated to the group a few days prior in order to get wise feedback.

As a writer, these circles impose a deadline for me, which encourages me to stop faffing around and get my seat in the chair. I hope the two observers present on the Sept. 18 Zoom will be encouraged to share their own writings next time. Check out a critique group. As one person noted, you’ll read work that “draws you in and doesn’t let you go.”

It Was A Dark and Stormy Night: Friesen’s Press Review

By Heather Emberley

September is Literacy Month in Canada and what better time to explore self-publishing.

If it was good enough for Margaret Atwood, Stephen King and Eckhart Tolle, it was good enough for me. As the proud owner of a short attention span, I couldn’t wait for a traditional publisher, so I opted to have my children’s book, Who Hid the Raisin Bread? printed by Friesen’s Press. Because the book is a fundraiser for Bear Clan Patrol Inc, I needed a quick turnaround. I attended a presentation by Debbie Anderson, publishing consultant at Friesen’s Press hosted by MWG to compare notes.

Unless you are printing copies just for family and friends, be aware it is a business, and your business is to promote and sell your beloved book. After reviewing a history of self-publishing that began in 1843 when Charles Dickens self-published A Christmas Carol, through to the present day, Anderson helped to dispel the notion that self-publishing is driven by vanity. Her advice to those seeking a press is to check Google reviews, consult the Better Business Bureau and read the fine print.

Because my book has many photographs, my advice to those who choose photos over illustrations is to be very familiar with Adobe. Friesen’s accepts AI-generated illustrations but again, read the fine print of your contract. Familiarity with social media is a must.

The main question Anderson thinks authors should ask themselves is how much control do you want in the creation of producing your book? Friesen’s is a service, so it is up to the author to ask questions throughout the process. The average time from initial inquiry to finished product is usually six months. Authors at Friesen’s can choose the price of their book and receive a higher rate of royalties than from traditional publishers. One possible disadvantage for some authors is the upfront costs.

The advantages of self-publishing are many. Getting your book out there can help it getting picked up by a traditional publisher or an agent. Friesen’s employs 50 editors from most every genre to assist clients. There are many price point packages to choose from at Friesen’s and one has to be prepared to market one’s book to break even and make a profit. Financial assistance can be applied for via the Canadian Council for the Arts, Manitoba Arts Council, and Winnipeg Arts Council. One advantage of self-publishing is that the days of having boxes of unsold books in your attic are gone due to print-on-demand.

I sold my book on consignment (Whodunit Mystery Bookstore) and outright (The Zoo and the Leaf gift shops). Writing a pitch for Winnipeg Public Library and Human Rights Museum gift shops has taught me how important it is to customize one’s approach to each vendor. Because my book is a fundraiser, I enjoy having a table gratis at various events such as the Winnipeg Indigenous Accord. Readings by Winnipeg Blue Bombers at schools didn’t hurt either.

Friesen’s has many suggestions for authors who are prepared to do the work. Debby Anderson welcomes questions from MWG members and can be reached at: 1-888-378-6793, ext. 108, or danderson@friesen press.com

Threads of Connection


By Lynda Faye Schmidt

Last Saturday I had the privilege of meeting MWG member Alison M. York at her book signing event hosted by Chapters Polo Festival. Alison was set up in a bright and welcoming space immediately to the left as I entered the store. She was engaged in conversation with a customer, so I browsed through the journal section. Sensory memories of my cross-Canada book tour in 2022 danced in my head—the hum of crowds, the thrum of nervous heart-palpitations, the scents of paper, ink, and perfume.

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Den Valdron on AI and Writing

By Steve Oetting

The topic of plagiarism reared its ugly face during one of our recent Rants and Ramblings sessions. A participant described how a book she had submitted to Amazon had been duplicated word for word and was selling right alongside of hers. Some additional discussion revealed that this was becoming a common problem and it appeared this duplication was not performed by a person but rather by a system, perhaps an AI (Artificial Intelligence) program specifically designed to find books on Amazon, duplicate them in just the right manner that the plagiarism would not be immediately detected, and then list them for sale.

At that time, Susan Rocan, our moderator for the evening, revealed that the Guild had already been discussing AI as a threat to legitimate writers and that they were hopeful they might arrange a presentation by Den Valdron, a lawyer, a prolific writer and a lecturer on AI issues. That presentation occurred on March 9 at ArtSpace.

Mr. Valdron presented himself as a man that speaks his mind. He opened his presentation with an apology that he could be “mean” and that he would likely disclose things our group would not enjoy hearing. There was no doubt that Mr. Valdron was there to deliver what he believed to be the truth about AI as clearly and boldly as possible. For this participant it was refreshing to hear from a speaker that was not understating the seriousness of an issue just to appease his audience.

Mr. Valdron began his lecture by saying that AI was in fact not intelligent and not sentient. It is simply a mechanism that collects data, a process commonly called “scraping”, and then sorts and averages out that data to produce output. It repeats this operation endlessly attempting to achieve an output that fits a particular problem.

At the time of the lecture Mr. Valdron felt that AI programs were crude and unreliable. In many cases, AI programs will produce what are called “hallucinations”, results that are completely invalid and sometimes problematic. As an example he offered, “Imagine you download a document about edible mushrooms that was produced by AI that inadvertently includes a few deadly varieties. Using that document as a guide could literally kill you.” AI programs are also subject to biases. For example if you asked an AI program to define whether a man or a woman would make a better CEO, the program might be biased toward men based on scraping historical data that included more examples of men as CEOs than women.

Although AI may not be intelligent and may not be able (yet, at least) to replicate the styles and creative thought of human writers, its deadly power resides in its ability to perform these tasks repeatedly at incredible speed and for almost no cost. A capable human writer might produce a far better story than AI, but whereas the human writer might expend dozens or even hundreds of hours to do so, an AI program could produce a thousand versions of that same story in seconds, and one or two of those might be reasonably comparable to the human version. In today’s world where price so often rules over craftsmanship, this can result in an environment of unreasonable competition for writers.

The good news is that AI productions cannot currently be copyrighted, and copyrights can protect legitimate writings from duplication and even scraping. The bad news is that it is expensive and difficult to prove AI duplication of copyrighted materials, so even when legitimate writers encounter these violations of their work there is often little they can do about it. To make this even worse, style cannot be copyrighted so that AI programs that do not exactly duplicate a person’s writing or perhaps a musician’s song outright, they can duplicate the style without any legal ramifications and produce surprisingly similar products.

Today AI is branching into virtually every element of human life. Photographs of Donald Trump standing alongside Afro-American folks that are AI inserted, AI generated pictures of Taylor Swift engaged in pornographic situations, and AI replications of famous paintings are proliferating across the Internet with virtually no oversight or acknowledgement of their lack of authenticity. Coming a bit closer to home, the question was raised as to how long will it be before writing contests, such as are sponsored by the Manitoba Writers’ Guild, will be inundated by AI-generated writings.

The issue is complex and serious, and as the technology evolves the threat to creative workmanship, whether it be in literature, music or art, will only increase. Mr. Valdron’s best advice was for folks to be watchful and speak out loudly when they see AI violations. We need to encourage lawmakers to recognize AI for the threat that it is and to provide legal recourse for victims that is effective and affordable.

In wrapping up, Mr. Valdron provided some conclusions that were simultaneously optimistic and disheartening. At the moment it is not difficult to delineate between AI writing and human writing, so there is a window for all of us in which we can continue to feel safe with our craft. For his personal purposes, he is looking to the next five years in which he hopes to complete another twenty books, many of which are already in development. Beyond that, the future of creative writing in the face of AI is anyone’s guess.

Call for Indications of Interest – TREASURER

Our treasurer for the past six years, Clarice Sinohan, is enjoying significant changes in her professional and personal life. One consequence is the Guild will soon be bereft of our much relied upon treasurer. We are seeking indications of interest in this volunteer position.

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Hungering

By barb janes

This is the last time, I promise. Maybe you’ve heard those words, heard them with hope, heard them with cynicism. Maybe you’ve spoken those words aloud, or in your head full of self-recrimination, meaning it, knowing you are lying. These prose words spoken and heard by many, were turned into poetry by Spenser Smith.

A glorious spring afternoon found twenty-some folks gathered in Art Space in Winnipeg’s Exchange to listen to well-chosen words at a poetry reading featuring Spenser Smith’s A Brief Relief From Hunger, ably supported by two other poets, Sarah Ens and Hannah Green.

The event opened with the thoughtful and thought-provoking Manitoba Writers Guild land acknowledgement, a content warning, and the offer of quiet space outside the room for those who might need it, and the commitment that someone would check on you if you were that person in need. I appreciate the care on offer.

Sarah Ens opened with “The Sacredness of Sleepovers,” producing some giggles and fond memories at her mention of “candy-fuzzed tongues.” Another offering, “Orbit,” captured adolescent angst and wisdom with the phrase “we diagnosed each other astrologically.” A third poem, from Flyway, explored the complexity of Ens’ heritage: “the fleeing, farming Mennonites” who escaped one Empire only to participate in the colonization of this country.

Imagine watching the same horror movie every night, was Hannah Green’s hook of an opener from her collection, Xanax Cowboy. With edgy energy, Hannah’s readings provided an appetizer for Spenser’s addiction-themed poems. Who but one who knows This is the last time, I promise could acknowledge “my ribs stick our like rows of excuses”? And wisely reading a room full of readers, Hannah read, “I think about becoming a Heather O’Neil character.” 

Two themes spiralled through Spenser Smith’s offerings: toxic masculinity and addiction. “‘Men’ is both a single word and a thousand cultures,” he states in “Hundreds of Men: A Case Study.” Several poems in A Brief Relief are assembled from Facebook comments: “Crime rate is dropping like junkies. Love it” and “ban the [naloxone] kits let mother nature take its course”. Another poem in the collection, “Comment Section” repeats the word “comment” in a long, overwhelming column, ensuring we know the source of those cruel comments. Reflecting on those who offer unconditional love, “Daydreaming” offers: “Some of us have grandmas who drop ice cubes in our soup. Some of us live with burned tongues….Let me be a man who cools to that which is too hot to slurp.” 

“Write about what matters most,” was Spenser’s response during the Q&A. The Manitoba Writers Guild launch events expose us to what matters most, not only in the offerings of featured writers, but in the care the Guild uses to shape these events. While the content of the poems at this event was provocative and daring, all three poets were young and White – and, as far as I could tell, the audience, while of various ages, was entirely White. I look forward to the day when a more diverse mix of writers and a more diverse audience is found at Guild events.

Contest Winners Celebrated at The Dave

By Steve Oetting

The annual Dave Williamson National Short Story Competition reception, fondly known as “The Dave,” was held on May 9 at ArtSpace. This reception is hosted by the Guild as a way to honour the short story contributors who were creative and intrepid enough to provide submissions, the judges who spent weeks carefully assessing those stories and enduring the delicate task of selecting the winners, and of course Dave Williamson, the honorary patron of this popular contest.

The night began with a hearty welcome and introduction by Sharon Hamilton. Her opening statement was as poignant as it was inspiring, reminding me of one of the things I love most about the Guild, the collective commitment to kindness, diversity, and inclusion shared by all of its members. Sharon added a new element to the Guild’s standard Land Acknowledgement statement as follows:

“Our land acknowledgement statement is not static; it is bound to adapt as we ourselves adapt and grow in our journey of understanding. We promise to dedicate ourselves as learners and to be open to information provided to us by our Indigenous relations. And as learners, I ask you to consider the impact of the creative synergy that is flowing through this room. I urge each of us to remain mindful of the salient differences among us that have the power to enhance that creative flow. The Manitoba Writers’ Guild is devoted to bridging the gaps in our community created by marginalization due to colonial and imperialistic practices and beliefs.” The entire Land Acknowledgement statement can be found here

Sharon then introduced Dave Williamson, although it felt as if he needed no introduction at all. Dave spent years as an instructor in advertising, communications and creative writing at Red River Community College (now known as RRC Polytech) where he founded the Creative Communications program in 1969. He was Dean of Applied Arts and Business from 1983 until his retirement in 2006. From 1986 to 1989 he was president of the Manitoba Writers’ Guild and chair of the Writers’ Union of Canada from 1992 to 1993. The Dave Williamson National Short Story Competition was launched in 2023 along with Beyond Boundaries, the compilation of stories submitted by the winners and runners-up. When asked by Sharon to raise their hands if they had ever worked with or been instructed by Dave, either at RRCC or through programs sponsored by McNally Robinson, it seemed that almost half of the attendees waved their hands fondly across the room.

Dave Williamson provided a humorous and delightful background on short stories, noting the disdain that some novel readers have for short story collections. He explained that this lack of enthusiasm for short stories was part of the motivation behind supporting the Dave Williamson National Short Story Competition, and that the appreciation of short stories for both writers and readers has improved of late, partly due to the enjoyment and gratification that can be achieved without the commitment of time required of full-length novels.

The reception then moved on to readings by the three top award winners. These began with Yvonne Kyle, a retired business person from Winnipeg who has spent much of her time writing since leaving full-time work and the third-place winner with her story, “A Good Day on Clothes.” Next up was Elle Qunmei Taylor, a graduate of the University of Winnipeg where she majored in English and Theatre & Film and a writer of poetry, creative nonfiction and short fiction with a special interest in the genre of surrealism. Elle read from her story, “Canadian Cougars,” which took second place. And lastly we heard from Lisa Pollock, a graduate in History from the University of Calgary who enjoys writing semi-biographical stories such as her submission, “The Promise,” that took first place. Each of these readings grasped the attention and imagination of the audience, leaving us yearning to get home with our copies of the 2024 edition of Beyond Boundaries and read the complete stories.

Sharon congratulated the three top winners while simultaneously explaining how difficult it is for the preliminary and lead judges to choose from over a hundred excellent submissions, an increase of more than ten percent over last year’s submissions. She introduced three of the runners-up, emphasizing that their stories, and in fact all of the stories submitted, equally deserved our appreciation and accolades. She described in articulate detail how the selection process worked, starting with each preliminary judge reading fifteen stories before passing their findings on to the lead judges. The lead judges had the most challenging task of reading so many of the submitted stories, discussing and scrutinizing through them in order to select the three winners and four runners-up.

The preliminary judges this year included Harry Hobbs, Pat Stefanchuk, Jennifer Tesoro, Glenda Walker Hobbs, Andrea von Wichert, Judy Williams and Barbara Graham. Our lead judges were Raye Anderson, Lauren Carter, Trevor Greyeyes, Zilla Jones and Lee Kvern. Sharon introduced Zilla Jones, who described the process used by the lead judges and congratulated everyone who participated in the contest. Having both judged and submitted to various literary contests, Zilla’s experience was that it is harder to judge than it is to submit, and she offered some excellent advice for writers about how to prepare and submit their stories to contests such as The Dave.

Zilla’s first suggestion to make the selection process easier for judges is to properly revise your submission, noting that the real magic of writing is in the editing process. One thing that the judges always consider is how much effort writers commit to ensuring their stories are “clean on the page” and that submissions which are not well edited are quickly eliminated. Another element that judges look for are stories that move the reader. The emotional impact of the work is always the foremost criterion that migrate submissions to the top of the list. And lastly you need to make sure you have something fresh, stories that feel like they have been heard “two or three or ten times” before are never selected. Zilla reiterated that the authors are never known to the judges, nor do the judges ever attempt to guess who they are written by because such presumptions are almost always wrong. Submissions are judged strictly on their quality and content, and the judges entertain no consideration for what might be the author’s age, race, or gender. Zilla’s final advice to writers was to not be shy about submitting to contests, that no matter how unsure you might be about a particular story, you can never be certain of the outcome. Accordingly, she recommended that writers should write often, search for fresh ideas, edit meticulously, and submit as often as you can.

Following the various speeches and readings, attendees spent a considerable time mingling, conversing and enjoying some treats and libations. Basking in the warmth, camaraderie and laughter that echoed off the walls of the room, I could not help feeling that every writer that submitted to this contest and every member of the Manitoba Writers’ Guild were winners, each of us in our own special way.

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