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Creative Collective, Year In Review

By Christian A. Brown | January 28, 2018 | 4

What started as a curiosity to force myself to read the work other writers (due a commitment of time that I’m poor at allotting—not a lack of interest) turned into a project that reached beyond my wildest expectations. Eleven amazing artists, and not only writers, but creatives of all kinds were showcased last year. For…

A Reading at The Round

By Christian A. Brown | January 21, 2018 | 0

This week I was invited to share my work via a Chiseries reading event. The videos are below. I don’t really have much else to say and the 2-part video is about 15m, though you can expect lots of chatter in the upcoming weeks, including last year’s Creative Collective in review (so many wonderful artists!).…

A Magical Evening

By Christian A. Brown | January 14, 2018 | 0

Last night was a magical evening. I mean that in the truest sense: a palpable energy of wisdom and respect to which Justin and I were present. In a meeting planned since last year, we hosted dinner for two indigenous elders who Justin works with and greatly respects. I won’t mention their names, since that…

Art Begets Art

By Christian A. Brown | January 7, 2018 | 0

(Article originally appeared on Hypable.) I got my first tattoo when I was 20 years old. It was somewhat meaningless, as many pieces of body art can be when gotten on impulse. I hadn’t been drinking or anything, though my judgement was no less clouded by the hubris of youth than alcohol. I believed—as do…

Auld Lang Syne

By Christian A. Brown | December 31, 2017 | 0

Well, that’s a wrap—almost. Another 365 days gone, goals achieved, failed or postponed. All in all I’d consider 2017 a personal (not politicial) success. My highs: completing the Four Feasts till Darkness saga, marching and speaking on the news, adopting a new animal companion, gaining tons of exposure for my work, and connecting with loads…

Winterfall

By Christian A. Brown | December 24, 2017 | 0

A drift, a breath Another death Of season, and of time Gather around Family bound Beat snow-devils from your coat Summon your kin To hearth and stone To home and bone These ties that forever bind Winter has fallen A chill so near Pressing frosted claws to pane Winter has bitten Pinkish ears and nibbled…

Some Early Cheer

By Christian A. Brown | December 17, 2017 | 1

Or late, depending on whether or not you were looking forward to this quarter’s newsletter. We’re still in the fourth quarter, though, so it wasn’t late as much as…strategically delayed and deployed. Or something. Anyhoo, Geadhain’s Quarterly was just sent out this morning and it’s full of Geadhain’s newsworthiest stories. There’s also a double-draw running:…

True Beauty Is Eternal

By Christian A. Brown | December 10, 2017 | 0

Last week I found that rare gem floating in the Facebook effluvium: a beautiful and short bio that we’ll get to shortly. I don’t have all that much to say that the video doesn’t express. I urge you to watch it, and to consider what it means in your own life—how aging is as extraordinary…

Creative Collective: David Antrobus

By Christian A. Brown | December 3, 2017 | 0

Getting to know David was one of those ‘six-degrees-of-separation’ encounters. A few months back, I lost a member of my editorial team (to a new career, not the Great Beyond), and found myself in growing and desperate need of an editor. I reached out to my fellow authors, and I was passed David’s name by…

The Long Road

By Christian A. Brown | November 26, 2017 | 0

Writing these two novels—Feast of Darkness, Part I & 2–has been both the biggest struggle and achievement of my working life. It’s the conclusion to the series, and to be honest I’ve never really finished anything (professionally). Prior to being a writer, I turned down promotions in a number of my careers. I’m glad that…

The Family Stone

By Christian A. Brown | November 19, 2017 | 0

We had our first—light—snow here in Toronto last week, and I was reminded: yes, winter has come, and Christmas is just around the corner. That evening, as I was leaving the tattoo parlour and knowing that I wasn’t going to see George (my artist) or anyone at Chronic Ink till the new year, I wished…

Dust

By Christian A. Brown | November 12, 2017 | 0

Meaningful thoughts come to us at the strangest of times; the inspiration for this poem hitting me while I was sweeping up dust the other day. I was thinking about how pointless, existentially, the process of cleaning really is—despite my Virgonian obsession with it. We struggle to create order from chaos, we invent meaning where…