Eve Joseph’s latest collection, Quarrels (2018), won the Canadian Griffin Poetry Prize. Her two previous books of poetry, The Startled Heart (2004) and The Secret Signature of Things (2010) were both nominated for the Dorothy Livesay Award. Her nonfiction book, In the Slender Margin (2014), won the Hubert Evans award for nonfiction. Eve Joseph grew up on unceded Squamish territory (North Vancouver) and now lives in Victoria on the unceded territory of the Lekwungen people.
Judges’ Citation
In Quarrels, Eve Joseph’s delightful collection of prose poems, you enter the marvelous and that is the truth! The poet has surrendered herself to the realm of the illogical, trusting that it has a logic of its own, and the outcome is, indeed, a new music.
In Quarrels, Eve Joseph’s delightful collection of prose poems, you enter the marvelous and that is the truth! The poet has surrendered herself to the realm of the illogical, trusting that it has a logic of its own, and the outcome is, indeed, a new music. These poems are intriguing spaces and moments defeating the boundaries of the real, but rest assured, Joseph leads you by the hand with warmth, wit and empathy.
Perhaps these poems are crystallisations of a deeply human, spiritual knowledge, gathered over decades working in a hospice. Joseph’s previous book, the exceptional memoir, In the Slender Margin, renders this experience. Certainly, without gravity, poems wouldn’t be able to sing. As distillations of life, these poems, with beauty and charm, hold their own credibility: an omnipresent, merely-in-glimpses-tangible marvelousness, miraculously fastened to the pages of a single slender volume that will fit into most pockets and assure magnificent company on any given journey.
Selected poems
by Eve Joseph
A five-year-old asks his mother if the clouds are solid and wants to know why, when he looks up, he can’t see the old people and their old cats. I must have dozed off. The trees were bare when I fell asleep but now their leaves are that impossible newly minted green. Tom Waits is bellowing downstairs and any second now someone I love is going to walk through the door. I want to know why the clouds told the Serbian poet their names in the quiet of a summer afternoon. And why didn’t he share those names with the rest of us? Perhaps they did not translate into English. Perhaps the old want to stay hidden and keep their secrets all to themselves.
Copyright © 2018 by Eve Joseph, Quarrels, Anvil Press
A five-year-old asks his mother …
My mother was a white sheet drying on the line. Wooden clothespins held her tight as she lifted and snapped and filled like a sail. At night, when she covered me, I inhaled lily of the valley, burning leaves, the starched collar of a nurse’s uniform and the stillness of a recently abandoned room. She taught me how to iron the creases out of a man’s shirt after all the men had disappeared. My mother played piano by ear in the basement. A long line of hungry people gathered outside to hear her play. They wanted news from home. Overhead, handkerchiefs fluttered in the breeze. Little telegrams sent but never delivered.
Copyright © 2018 by Eve Joseph, Quarrels, Anvil Press
My mother was a…
Now that I live by the sea, I am never sure what the day will bring. Gulls stomp on the roof like heavy-footed prowlers causing me to wake in alarm. Broken shells litter the garden: clam, oyster and torn crab pincers serrated like nutcrackers. I’m standing at the window, sipping my morning coffee, when I see her. My mother is rowing against the current in the rain. I cup my hands and yell, Come in for a gin and tonic. It’s not that awful rowing toward God, nothing that dramatic. It’s just her, after all these years, the creak of oarlocks and a small wake trailing behind. Like the hapless Aeschylus I walk bareheaded, forgetting to look up at what might be hurtling toward me.
Copyright © 2018 by Eve Joseph, Quarrels, Anvil Press
Now that I live…
- Charting the Disorderly: An Interview with Eve Joseph Hamilton Review of Books
- Writing Back to the Self: Corinna Chong in conversation with Eve Joseph The Malahat Review
- Q&A with Eve Joseph