Christine McNair

Appears at Tree

November 14, 2017 at 8:00pm
Featured Reader

Recent Tree Appearances

June 26, 2012
Featured Reader
April 24, 2012
Tree Seed Workshop
April 10, 2012
Tree Seed Workshop
August 23, 2011
Featured Reader

Earlier Tree Appearances

2010

Videos of Christine McNair

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Featured Reader
June 26, 2012
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Featured Reader
March 22, 2011
Video
Featured Reader
August 10, 2010
Video
Open Mic
February 9, 2010
Video
Open Mic
September 22, 2009
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Open Mic
August 11, 2009

Christine McNair

Her poems move within themselves and in the reader in oblique but powerful ways.
Christine McNair's second book Charm is new-new (BookThug, 2017). Her first book Conflict (BookThug, 2012; finalist for the City of Ottawa Book Award, the Archibald Lampman Award, and the ReLit Award, and shortlisted for the Robert Kroetsch Award for Innovative Poetry). Her chapbook pleasantries and other misdemeanours (2013) was shortlisted for the bpNichol chapbook award. McNair lives in Ottawa, where she works as a book doctor.

From Christine McNair

when you did what you did

undo what's done, the doing of the deed

 

done on that day, dreadful deadening

 

down dusk fills daydreams, the dripped  

 

deckle of a dancing drowned discovery,

 

wound dissolved then deepened, drecked

 

wrecked delicacy, the delicious tendered

 

damage, what damned dullness in all this

 

doing, in the dreadfulness of days undone.

 

a fool's grace

bed me with lavender

tattoo some cuneiform

 

abjad into cardiac vessels

hot cut radiance blister

 

packed, a two-for-one offer

of woad bled over bit lip,

 

wrinkled stems pollinate

broken umbrellas, debride

 

torn silk back into lovers'

spit, pacify capillaries

 

but just let go:

release my feckless heart

full punch to the ticker

 

cartwheel: 8

I always remembered to clean up

I am a curved piece of glass

I am a most pleasant dream

I am a price

I am a saltshaker

I am a torn playing card

I am a whirly gig

I am afraid of dying

I am afraid of you

I am all water

I am an anvil

I am an expert in doorways and windows

I am entirely capable

I am just going outside and may be some time

I am measure beyond measure

I am noctilucent

I am willing

I asked for one thing

I asked you over and over

I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't

I carry in both arms

I continue the conversation

I did nothing wrong

I did something wrong

I didn't say that

I don't know

I don't sleep well with others

I fucking dare you

I get to know most things

I go missing

I have lost everything but this

I inspire the most horrible

I know how to read my palm

I let fly trestles

I like the weapon

I love by proxy

I make you sweat

I morph under pressure

I mourn white space

I promise

I pull myself together in pieces

I put my clasped hands into fire

I put my shoes on there

I rub your words between my fingers

I say these things like they mean something

I say water

I say you are honest

I show you my jaw

I spy through my little eye

I talk to emulsions

I turn my head away

I twirl the rolodex of me

I wanted to know what you wanted

I was carrying it

I was mad at you, uncertain

I was so careful

I was the woman at the well

I waste no time

I wave to you from lake beds

I will not promise to be okay

I wish my life didn't have a soundtrack

I won't say

I would do anything to fix this

I would rather die

I write a word to stop a truck

I yearn for nothing