A trickster review for Fox Haunts!

I bet you’ll love this review of Fox Haunts: Poems on ReWilding by Bill Arnott as much as I do!  SO much fun.

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Fox Haunts. Poems by Penn Kemp. Aeolus House, 2018. 97 pages. 

First time I saw a fox I was atop an open-air double decker, trundling along Cornish coast, intermittently thrashed by leafy birch as though in a weaving Finnish sauna. I was compelled to shield my eyes – what was there beyond my grasp, available only to the worthy. In fact it was present for everyone. Laid bare, unabashedly rich in beauty and lore. A slender, russet blonde animal, taller than I imagined. Regal. Same as when I met Penn Kemp. Somewhere a fellow trickster – Loki, Kokopelli perhaps, grinned as I carried a newly signed Fox Haunts to my semi-detached lair.

Adaptation runs through this London Laureate’s poems in darting twists, flight from imagined hunter’s horn. At times furtive, dreamily camouflaged, or bounding in plain sight, Kemp’s artistry enraptures. We join Penn in childhood, parents fused to fox memories with “A Child’s Garden Fox.”

“Sleepy, sleeping in my mother’s lap. Nestled. / When. A fox ran in front of the car. And / was transfixed by the headlights. Ran and / ran in front of the car but could not escape”

In red hued monochrome we glimpse dead fur and living banshees in “Steal, Stole, Stun.”

“The dried heads of black fox hung / from my grandmother’s stole as if / ready to strike. Dead flat button jet / eyes shut tight to their own secret”

And with fireside ease we move through seasons, geography and myth, playful “Glow” perching us parrot-like on the writer’s shoulder, experiencing evolving words while peering real-time into her thoughts.

“That narrow snout surfaces to / figure your next ploy, asking / curiously: ‘Who do you serve?’ // The essential question mocks / my reply. The whole, of course.”

Reading Kemp’s work I feel nestled in a sidecar affixed to the master’s motorbike, confident in her route, at times in conversation, storytelling, or akin to a lie-down on a therapist’s sofa. This book can leave one simultaneously inspired and intimidated, seeing genius expand exponentially with time.

Writing this I’m at Penn’s desk, at least the one she left for me to use in Vernon, BC. Beside me Fox Haunts lies curled and content, in its rightful place atop the rest. Through a broad bay window a few last leaves cling in vixen colours and from “Entertaining the Fox” the author’s words linger.

“May you be translated. And remain / entirely your own.”


Vancouver author, poet, songwriter Bill Arnott is the bestselling author of Dromomania and Gone Viking: A Travel Saga. His articles and reviews are published in Canada, the US, UK, Europe and Asia. Bill has a poetry prize from Pandora’s Collective and is a finalist for the Whistler Independent Book Awards 2019 with Gone Viking: A Travel Saga.

This review appeared in the latest (and, sadly, last) issue of Sharon Berg’ s Big Pond Rumours (Page 79) and online at Vancouver’s Pandora’s Collective.

I was also delighted by kind words on Fox Haunts in Goodreads:

Lauren Davis rated it *****:
“An absolutely charming book of tales (tails) insights into and beyond the world of this most worthy trickster!
Be wild. Be unruly. Be inspired by this delightful book of poems.”
And Jennifer Wenn’s 5-star review on http://tuckmagazine.com/2019/01/11/fo…
“Fox Haunts by Penn Kemp is a fascinating investigation of both the real animal and the figure of literature and myth. Kemp’s wordplay, wit and humour are on full display (for example, the whimsical suggestions for keeping foxes out of the yard in How To Repel the Urban Fox), but there are serious streams concerning adaptation, the collision of our civilisation with nature, and what Kemp terms rewilding. This is a captivating, multi-layered work”.


Penn Kemp ~ Xtra Text/ure

Xtra Text/ure). Penn Kemp & Chris Meloche. The following are mp3 audio files of the. 3 sections of the work “Xtra Text/ure”. Xtra Text/ure – Level 1.

DM du Jour

Leet speak
elite a leap
bleats peek
leave left

level well
alone own won one one

State the Play / Play the State

Take the aim
out of game
out of mine
out of mind

Time out
Time outa mind
out of site
outa sight

Parallel worlds
like lines life lines
first on second life
do not converge.


Select play
play for Real
for keeps ache

Fine Reality
Find Reality
Refine Reality

Define Reality
Defy Reality
Deafen Reality


will the real
will the real add
will the real avert
will the real version
will the real aversion
will the real adverse chew

will the real ah-choo!
will the real virtue
will the real virtue all
will the real virtual you plea
will the real virtual you plea sap
will the real virtual you please apt
will the real virtual you please a peer
will the…

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Reading Lorna Crozier’s Wolves: An Exercise in Cascadian

“We follow praising…”

Okanagan Okanogan

Here’s a poem from the great Canadian poet, Lorna Crozier, who has spent most of her working career in Cascadia. That refined achievement is about as Cascadian as you can get if you weren’t formed by the rocks and water of Cascadia (as all children are formed, in part, by their environments.) It’s pretty fascinating. I know that many of my readers aren’t readers of poetry, but hopefully I can show you something about Cascadia and its relationship to Canada. Perhaps we can find a method that we can apply to, shall we say, less-refined objects. So, let’s plunge in. Here’s the opening.


A great start! Note that there are plural wolves here. We expect a pack. It’s not a pack. As readers, like it or not, we are included. In fact, we read on, committing ourselves to Crozier’s power. She now exercises it, kind of like flexing the…

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