• Creativity Workshop

    If Your Creativity Had a Face

    What does your creativity look like? Can you see its face? Do you hear its voice? One way to strengthen your relationship with creativity is to bring it to life through personification and metaphor.

    Give your creativity a form and a personality.

    Begin talking to it during the day and listen for what it says back. I encourage you to take your time with this post and return to it throughout the week. I’ve included some options for you to play with. Pick one each day.

  • Creativity Workshop

    Inspired by Spirals

    We begin by thinking deeply about spirals. How can we use the metaphor of the Fibonacci Spiral as a way to explore our relationship between who we are as writers and what we are writing?

    This is for anyone who wants to be more creative.

    Where do spirals take you? How do they appear in your life?

    This video introduces the metaphor of the Fibonacci Spiral. Learning and writing are connected. When we become better learners, we can become better creators (writers, artists, performers, etc.).

  • Creativity Workshop

    Creative Together

    I believe we can be more creative together than on our own. Creativity inspires creativity.

    I’ve learned that running an online creative writing course is not for me. The course has been live for six months and I have no students. Often we blog about all our successes but I think it’s important to share disappointments too. I get these grand ideas to contribute my work to the world, follow my bliss to bring ideas to life, then launch them into the world–but the world is often busy.

    The truth is there are many people out there who are established in online learning, who have an audience, who put time into marketing, and who are committing full-time hours to make online learning work for their students. My full-time job and growing list of hobbies makes this challenging for me to keep up. I want it all–there has to be a way!

  • Poet Laureate of Cobourg

    In Winter: A Poem for Eric Winter

    In Winter
    In Winter the sun winked
    from over the lake
    welcoming our voices to
    wind Cat to King.
    We meet poetry in kindness
    as he sips sweetly
    hugging our words
    as we share poetry.
    We taste his twelve ways
    of graceful inspiration
    his voice inviting creation,
    offering spaces for all of us to raise
    a community of poetic relations.
    A story of a witty
    Laureate unwilling
    to live flatly
    on the page…
    He sways and he sings
    verses outside of time
    building ballad opera  
    among habitats
    for laughter and sanity
    a legacy of shelter,
    a town of poetry:
    In Winter, the sun winked…
    By Jessica Outram
    Written in honour of Eric Winter: February 4, 1923 – December 21, 2019.

    “Eric Winter was appointed as the 1st Poet Laureate July 21, 1997. He continued in the role until August 24, 2009. Eric was made the inaugural Laureate in anticipation of and as part of the 1998 year-long Heritage Celebration to mark the 200th anniversary of the first settlements that now make up the municipality. Eric held the post for 12 years, 1 month and 3 days.”

    James Pickersgill

    Sept 19, 2019. In this photo is me, Ted Amsden (Poet Laureate Emeritus of Cobourg), and Jason Heroux (Poet Laureate of Kingston), plus our first Poet Laureate Emeritus of the Town of Cobourg, Eric Winter.

    Eric Winter was featured in Poetry Present twice.

  • Paintings

    Poem Paintings

    Over the break I started playing with acrylic paints to create paintings as though they were poems. I had just finished reading Free Play: Improvisation in Life and Art by  Stephen Nachmanovitch and was inspired to improvise more often. I wanted to show up to the canvas and paint a poem without words. I gave myself permission to paint things I didn’t know how to draw. And then using the paintings, I’ve started writing poems.

    Poem Painting Collection #1: In Transition

    In the Fields
    Being Seen
    In Transition
  • Poet Laureate of Cobourg

    Hometown Hockey

    Hometown Hockey
    Lifelong connections
    rushing with calm strength
    to build community
    we respect the ice.
    Our town Cobourg wraps
    goals for all ages
    winning on bended knee
    for our neighbours to rise.
    Synchronizing sticks
    we pound encouragement
    with the percussion of proud
    families chanting
    between sips of hot chocolate
    in finger-numbing arenas.
    Circling back to cover
    the coaches and the lessons
    cheering a life-game series
    our girls in fully dressed perseverance
    before sunrise and after sunset.
    Our brother plays team spirit
    behind him jackets fill pews
    at our mother’s funeral
    the accuracy of passing
    Billet sons and daughters
    our international family
    determining our win
    in love radiating from the potluck.
    Flushed faces and wet hair
    swerving to target
    our local heroes
    in stinking wet equipment
    we know anything can happen in the third period
    because we are defenders
    in ice storms on Chapel Street
    rough and beautiful
    pre-schoolers on bobskates along
    the frozen sidewalk
    students in schoolyards with mini-sticks
    as the goalie blocks the puck
    like reaching for the peanut butter on the top shelf.
    It’s more than a game
    snapshot swish
    lightning crack
    all go glissade
    sharp glide to joy
    red light glow
    penalty slam and rebound
    hard adrenaline hits
    we pass, we score, we shout:
    we live in a hockey town.
    By Jessica Outram
    Crowdsourced on Facebook and Twitter
    Written for January 1, 2020
    Cobourg, Ontario
    Mayor’s Levee

  • Poet Laureate of Cobourg

    Governor General Literary Awards

    I was thrilled to be invited as Poet Laureate to attend the Governor General Literary Awards at Rideau Hall in Ottawa in December. Such a memorable experience! It was an honour to witness authors from across the country accept their awards, to hear their gracious and touching speeches, to meet the inspiring Governor General, and to tour the magnificent Rideau Hall.