Andrea Scott

Sep 16, 2024 | ludwig-van.com | Andrea Scott |Paula Citron

Stratford Festival 2024/Get That Hope by Andrea Scott, directed by André Sills, Studio Theatre, closes Sept. 28. Tickets here. When Andrea Scott was recruited to go to Los Angeles to write for Disney amidst great fanfare, it was inevitable that Stratford would come calling. The result is the world premiere of Get That Hope, set in Toronto’s Little Jamaica community with an inside eye to the Jamaican immigrant experience. While mildly entertaining, the play needs work.

Aug 15, 2024 | tnq.ca | Andrea Scott

The glosa was the first poetic form that got me really excited about writing poetry, and digging into the puzzle that form poetry can be. In my first poetry course in 2020 (an introduction to poetry at Athabasca University), part of our required reading was In Fine Form: The Canadian Book of Form Poetry, edited by Sandy Shreve and Kate Braid (I love this book still!).

Jul 22, 2024 | tnq.ca | Andrea Scott

What a garden I tumble into. What a frothand buzz of blossoms. Sun hot and glazing leather-leaf. —P.K. Page, “A Bagatelle”A mess grew here while love satstill—a quiet, hungry drum. Call these plants suckers, invasives. Weeds, whatever. I call them volunteers,placeholders for what comes next. Forgetgloves. I sift bare-fingered throughdirt, tease couch grass rhizomes outfrom the feet of strawberry runners.

Jul 22, 2024 | tnq.ca | Andrea Scott

re. care instructions for our beloved Planet EarthCan we still call it beloved if we haven’t loved it properly, softly, like a laundress, like a mother, like a lover, like seraphim, and instead have loved it more like all the world’s miners-and-farmers-and-loggers-and-ranchers-and-fishers, plus the rest of us, each one of us, going at it hard, all at once, and perhaps with more hunger than love, our big hands grabbing—mouths open—always for more and more? Photo by Javier Miranda on Unsplash.

Jul 22, 2024 | tnq.ca | Andrea Scott

after Sharon Olds’ “My First Weeks”I had the world in my mouth at the outset, sniffed out Mother, took her in with first breaths, learned to latch while her eyes said, it’s all yours to consume. Drink up, drink up. All this before the formula folk click-clacked up the hall with their promise of life from a tin. They were fast but Mother was always faster and she had the life inside her.