The Night After the Danforth Shooting

The night after the Danforth shooting, I washed my feet in the bathtub. They felt sticky and dirty from being out in the street in my sandals. The summer street, normally busy with people, was blank, except for police and reporters and stunned lookers paused at yellow tape. When a guy ducked under the tape, a cop yelled, "Hey!! Stop!" And then "Do you live on the Danforth?" Only the yes could go home. It was barren..

Read More
Ronna Bloom
Don't Be Superficial, Cause We'll Soon Find Out

In July I was invited by the Brave Festival of Risk and Failure at Harbourfront to write poems for people on the spot. About 40 folks came over several days and I asked what they needed a poem for and then I wrote it. And then they took it and walked away. 

At the start of my shift on the second day, a man was waiting there, eager. No excited. So into it, it made me nervous.

Read More
Ronna Bloom
The City, a new video in the Bathrobe Series

The poem THE CITY has been installed on King Street in Toronto by PLANT Architects. To celebrate that public event more quietly, here is "The City" as one of the Bathrobe Videos.

The Bathrobe videos are made to reflect a less dressed, less stressed poetry practice. Writing prompts included.

Read More
Ronna Bloom