Churchmouse Books

Churchmouse Books

Upcoming Events

The Churchmouse Bookshop

Saturday, February 24, 2018 & other dates

Churchmouse After Hours Coffeehouse

Wednesday, February 28, 2018


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Inside the Sitar’s Buzz, the ‘Dissolving Voice" of Rain

The trick is finding your own pocket of silence within sound. This is what I was thinking when Stephanie Khoury and James Hamilton, seated on cushions on the floor of Churchmouse Books, improvised an Indian... Read More

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Tick, tock, sssh!

I offer here an aural collage to introduce the upcoming edition of After Hours, the first of 2018: Sound & Silence.   Time to gather stories, poems and songs to share on Wednesday, January 24—or just mark your... Read More

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Part of my own motivation, when we planned a “storm chasing” night for After Hours, was curiosity. Why do people chase storms? Why is there such an appetite for all-day weather networks; a fringe element known as... Read More

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Wild weather forecast for After Hours tonight!

  Dear Churchmice, In the cultural weather forecast for this evening, watch for a storm or two at sea courtesy of Newfoundland bard Michael Crummey, a conversation during a blizzard (as reported by Gwendolyn... Read More


Glimpses in Passing

  Toronto poet Gwendolyn MacEwen died in 1987. She was exactly the age I am now: 45. Circumstances aside, no one can really say why one person lives to 90, another to 10, or 25, or 40. That doesn’t stop us from... Read More

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The Dutch cleanser woman led us to infinity

Last month at Churchmouse After Hours we plodded through deserts, rode ships, dug tunnels and escaped tyranny.   We followed T.S. Eliot’s magi at “Just the worst the worst time of the year / For a journey, and such... Read More


We Creatures of the Earth Must Move and Move Again

. . . a matter of sense—the thousand-eyed, thousand-eared alertness of a flock. The strategies are given names— I don’t know them. What sticks for me is how the air itself is altered. The way light bends back from... Read More