Saturday, 8 October 2016

Day Dreams by Andreas Gripp -- press release

Day Dreams  
A dozen odd stories by Andreas Gripp 

12 somewhat bizarre tales. The author of 21 books of poetry, this is London, Ontario writer Andreas Gripp’s first collection of short fiction. 

The way you described it, it sounded so surreal: around eight years old, arms at his side, stiff and unmoving, hair unkempt, almost Einstein-esque in dishevelment, clothes sooted and ragged, face smudged so that he looked like “Pig Pen” from the Peanuts strip. I mentioned that “Pig Pen” looked just like Charlie Brown but that he was even far worse off. At least Chuck had a bath and parents who saw to it that his clothes were pressed and clean; an easy job, really, considering that he donned the same striped shirt every day. I almost see “Pig Pen” as that which Charlie Brown might someday become – an older version, though, slovenly and drunk, standing on street corners panning for change, bitter and jaded by the cards that life had dealt him. 

– excerpt from “Mrs. Peterson, the boy who stands at the corner isn’t your son”  

Andy was fully aware that in this form of media, cost-cutting was a sobering reality, but WZRA not providing even the latest headlines and sports scores was an obvious affront to his city’s airwaves. In fact, Andy had taken to opening a window (despite the heated signage that warned against doing so), sticking his head out, looking to the western horizon, and formulating his own weather forecast. Really, how much would it have cost to hire a part-time meteorologist, replacing Cheryl, the previous one who abruptly stopped showing up for work?  Come to think of it, Andy thought the whole station would soon be automated. His was the last live show by a live host that wasn’t some repeated, syndicated program or the dreaded,  aforementioned loop of cheesy songs.  

– excerpt from “Hey DJ”  

Available from 

61 pp. / Trade Paperback / 5 ½ x 8 ½  $10.00 ISBN 978-1-927734-12-4 Harmonia Press / Autumn 2016  Contact: 

To order Day Dreams by Andreas Gripp: please visit the Harmonia Press Book Order Page

If you live in London, Ontario, Day Dreams, as well as other Harmonia Press titles, are available at Oxford Bookshop and Brown & Dickson Booksellers.

On Your Beauty

a new broadside. This was my last poem read this past Wednesday night at Mykonos. Click on the pic for the larger, easier-to-see version ...

Tuesday, 4 October 2016

Recent and Upcoming Readings


Wednesday, October 5, 2016, 7:00pm
London Open Mic Poetry Night, Mykonos, London, ON
(open mic portion)


October 1, 2016 Culture Days Open Mic (London Poetry Slam) Museum London
September 27, 2016 Another London Anthology Launch, Root Cellar, London, Ont.
August 13 2016 Mantis Arts & Eco Festival, Boler Mountain, London, Ont.
June 24 2016 Couplets Reading Series, Chapters, London, Ont. (w/ Koral Scott)
June 4 2016  Nuit Blanche (London Poetry Slam), London, Ont.
June 1 2016  London Open Mic Poetry Night, Mykonos, London, Ont. (open mic portion)
March 2 2016 London Open Mic Poetry Night, Mykonos, London, Ont. (Feature Reading)
February 2016 St. James Westminster Anglican Church, London, Ont.
February 2016 London Open Mic Poetry Night, Mykonos, London, Ont. (open mic portion)
January 2016 Sundown Tea, London, Ont. (w/ Dorothy Nielsen, Carrie Lee Connel & others)

Monday, 3 October 2016

Recent reading pics

Harmonia Press Launch for Autumn Releases
Root Cellar, London, Ontario
September 27, 2016 

Culture Days London Poetry Slam Open Mic
Museum London
October 1, 2016

Sunday, 25 September 2016

New Book of Short Stories & Flash Fiction

Day Dreams by Andreas Gripp, a collection of twelve short stories and flash fiction, is now available to order via the Harmonia Press book order page

The following stories make up the collection:

1. Mrs. Peterson, the boy who stands on the corner isn’t your son     

2.   With the Mortgage Paid and a Sizeable Inheritance, Why Walk Into the Outside World?        

3. Blank Notebooks                                                          

4. Captain Fish Face and the Rusty, Saltwater Tank    

5. Columbia, 33 1/3                                                     

6. A Conspiracy Theorist Challenges His Fuck Buddy to Another 
Round of “Name That Tune”           

7. Random Chance                                                      

8. En Route to the Common Place                              

9. The Extras                                                               

10. One Tough Giant                                                     

11. Hey DJ!              

12. The After Solstice

Tuesday, 13 September 2016

Blank Notebooks: Flash Fiction / Prose Poem

Blank Notebooks

     When you’re a writer, people tend to give you blank notebooks as gifts. Sometimes, you also see one in a shop with an enticing cover, one with a picture of a painting by Matisse, for instance, or a Viennese cafĂ© with old world artists discussing philosophy and love over cups of cappuccino with strips of cherry strudel by their side, and you buy these hardcover books of empty, lined pages and then realize, after the euphoric moment of purchase has passed, that you’ve sentenced yourself to filling it with poetry or prose whether you want to or not.

     There’s nothing more demoralizing than having an entire row of virgin journals on the shelf, accentuating your failure to do what you’d promised yourself and/or others in your usual boastful manner. Sometimes, to lessen the sting of their spotting, you scatter them about your abode – one in the dresser, for example, and another under the bathroom sink, where it may garner dampness and mould, making it unworthy to write in.

     And that’s when your conniving hits its stride, the excuse you’ve been looking for to avoid telling your immediate circle of individuals that you’ve had writer’s block or have spent too much time on the sofa watching reality television  or  were just too lazy to get the job started never mind done; that all the caffeine in the universe couldn’t stain the pages with ink; that you were secretly hoping that termites would infest your place and that they were hungry for paper and bookbinder’s glue and you could show everyone the tattered red ribbon they left behind, that it was placed near the end of your magnum opus, the great dystopian novel where the world runs out of trees because madness gripped the poet and he was unable to stop his scribbling even when pens were smashed to bits by the masses and he grew sickly and pale from frantically jotting things down with his cut finger and what remained of his blood.   

Andreas Gripp