Tuesday, December 13, 2022

dec 12 | christmas presence set list

Jazz Quartet | Joy To The World 

Rober Farrar Capon | Advent

Joellel | This Christmas

Ian Farthing | David Kosoff, A Donkey's Tale

Tom | Please Come Home For Christmas

Ron | Caitlin Flanagan, Charlie Brown's Inside Job

Nelson | Christmas Time Is Here

Ron | Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Christ Climbed Down  

Joellel & Tom | I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm

Shauna Johannesen | Annie Dillard, God In The Doorway

Jazz Quartet | O Come O Come Emanuel  

Tom | Langston Hughes, Carol of the Brown King

Nelson | Finding Christmas

Ron | Tom Carson, Snow Angel

Tom | Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire

Ron | Garrison Keillor, The True Meaning of Christmas

Joellel | O Holy Night




Jazz Quartet

James Danderfer

Nelson Boschman

Mark Bender

Lincoln Tatem


Joelle Lush-Tatem
Tom Pickett 

Monday, December 12, 2022

dec 11 | christmas presence set list

Ron | Charles Dickens, Scrooge's Nephew
Kwerks | Soak It Up
Ron | David Sedaris, Santa's Little Helper
Allen | Bethlehem Light
Kaitlin | C-Section
Peter & Lilia | Mary's Song
Ron | Frederick Buechner, Don't Be Afraid, Mary
Garth | Hello Christmas
Rebecca | Dina Donohue, No Room
Ron | U.A. Fanthorpe, The Wicked Fairy at the Manger
Garth | God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen
Ron | Garrison Keillor, The True Meaning of Christmas
Allen | Bleak Midwinter
Ron | Chisholm, Good Shepherd
Peter | Angels We Have Heard On High
Ron | Annie Dillard, Feast Days
Kwerks | Carry Me

Ron Reed
Kaitlin Williams
Rebecca deBoer

The Kwerks (Laura & Ryan Koch)
Allen Desnoyers
Peter La Grand
Lilia deBoer
Garth Bowen
Rick Colhoun
Becca Birkner
Chris Hawley

Sunday, December 11, 2022

dec 10 | christmas presence set list, tsawwassen

charles dickens | humbug!, from a christmas carol
joelle lush-tatum | let it snow
john dowie | three wise men, from jesus, my boy
allen desnoyers | bethlehem light
frederick buechner | don't be afraid mary, from the faces of jesus
liette desnoyers | magnificat
george connell | nan's sweater
allen desnoyers | gifts of the magi
dina donohue | no room
joelle lush-tatum | have yourself a merry little christmas
allen desnoyers | bleak midwinter
david kossoff | shem
liette desnoyers | christmas angel
david kossoff | seth
joelle lush-tatum | o holy night
robert louis stevenson | christmas prayer

Wednesday, July 14, 2021

diane tucker | nostalgia for moving parts | three poems about childhood

Three poems about childhood that made me cry. From Diane Tucker's new book, Nostalgia For Moving Parts. So particular, so much compassion. Get yourself a copy. I'm not kidding.

Love the sad men
The small, huge things that sad men do, sad
men who build with everything but words.
Build dollhouses, train sets, HO mountains
from cereal boxes and plaster of Paris,
building the mountains they can for their sons.
For daughters they build scroll-sawed
shelves to hold phalanxes of dolls, blown-glass
animals, Barbie barns above the bed’s blue lace.
Sad fathers who’ve eluded words carve magic
circles in their back lawns for swimming
pools. They sieve stones out of the soil circles
so nothing will nick the pools’ thin blue skin.
This is the testament of sad men who live
starved of words: drywall, carport, pickle jars
of nails, lawnmower, farmer’s tan, house paint,
apple tree, soldering gun, handsaw, wood plane.
Wood shavings falling from the vise,
wooden curls on the cold garage floor,
wooden curls warm on little girls’ ears.


Skipping ropes at school, their woven heft.
Steel poles around the roofed playground, the rain
running down them luminous, metal-melting.
I’d press my tongue against a pole and drink.
School was a world of delicious new textures:
fat crayons, creamy manila colouring paper,
notebooks, worksheets stacked fat as animal bodies.
Tables and chairs with shiny metal tubes for legs.
Even light at school felt stronger than at home.
They showed us filmstrips of marmalade leaves
against a blue blue sky, all technicolour-crisp.
How I loved those glowing celluloid leaves!
Then the cloakroom hooks’ imploring curves,
parallel silences in calm, rectangular shadows,
the pavement tap-dance beat of skipping ropes.
How I loved school, the sweet order of desks
in grids. So I wasn’t totally upset when, in grade
two, Danny with the French last name tied me to
a pole with a skipping rope so he could kiss me,
Danny with the round eyes, a cherub’s mouth,

curly hair. He was small even among the small,
as I was. No doubt I’d flirted with him, grade-two
style, cute and clueless. I thought myself a lady.
Were kisses procured? I bet there were a few.
Soon the rope loosened and I made a dash.
But Danny pushed me back. A metal pole I loved,
from which I’d drunk the rain, rushed up
and struck me in the bone below one eye.
A shiner it was called. I had a shiner. I’d seen
them on TV, cartoon-red beefsteaks on faces.
Danny got the strap then, or another time, or both.
He came back to class subdued, his crying
eyes swollen. As if a hiding could patch up his
love-starved soul. He chased girls, he lifted skirts,
he stole kisses, and the grown-ups just spanked
his ass? Poor Danny, tiny paramour, tiny batterer!
As long as I knew him, Danny chased the girls,
staring expectantly through big brown eyes.
Whatever makes boys seize girls roiled in him.
That yearning he had, no strap could smack it out.
And no black eye stopped me flirting. I was seven
and had imprinted on romance like a baby bird.
I followed its Hollywood promises everywhere,
persistent and imploring as a cloakroom hook.


Beautiful grade four teacher
always wore his shirt half open,
had dry-look hair and eyes bigger
than Donny Osmond’s. Sometimes
he used swear words in class.
I fell hard in grade four love.
I remember the day I had to wear
the hand-me-down dress to school.
Polka dots, pleats, Peter Pan collar.
1974 was bell-bottoms, feathered hair,
Three Dog Night and Doodle Art.
It was neither pleats nor polka dots.
It was in no way a Peter Pan collar.
But crushy teacher, lounging atop a desk,
fixed me, with round, pale eyes, in his stare.
He grafted two trees to a single rootstock,
kindness twinned forever with desire.
You look smashing, he said, in that dress.
The world lit up. I clutch that moment,
talisman still, the heat that flowered when he
noticed my smallness, my sadness, and spoke.

Nostalgia For Moving Parts is published by Turnstone Press, 2021. Copies available through their website.

Saturday, May 02, 2020

soul food: the ghost light season | podcast

Welcome to my podcast!  A way of "keeping the lights on" while Pacific Theatre's doors (and everybody else's) are closed. "Soul Food: The Ghost Light Season" is like a radio show, all about theatre and movies, music, stories, and life during this strange time we're all going through.

There was a special edition of the podcast on Easter weekend, Easter Presence. Act One went onstage (virtually) at 8:00 Good Friday, with Act Two taking the stage for a Saturday matinee at 2:00.  It's a special edition of the podcast that's just like Pacific Theatre's great tradition, "Christmas Presence" - except, of course, it's not about Christmas.  Songs and readings for this essential season.

Soul Food is also thrilled to be premiering a brand new novel-in-progress by our favourite playwright, Lucia Frangione!  Grazie is posted in serial form every Monday and Thursday, details and links below.

And Thelma Schoonmaker edited a nice little trailer for our First International Earth Day Film Festival, which happened April 22nd, coincidentally enough. Earth Day Film Festival trailer which you can find on YouTube. There's a nice little interview with Thelma early in Episode 12.

Ron Reed,
Artistic Director, Pacific Theatre


as a podcast: downloadable, streamable, or subscribe-able...
soulfoodghostlight.podbean.com or pretty much anywhere you get your podcasts 

on YouTube
here's a playlist of all the episodes in order

Friday, April 24, 2020

loren wilkinson | hot cross buns 2020

A recording of Loren reading the original Hot Cross Buns poem, written in 1987 and recorded for Iwan Russell-Jones' documentary "Making Peace With Creation," can be found as part of the YouTube playlist of selected poems by Loren Wilkinson, Imago Mundi