"Véhicule Press began in 1973 on the premises of Véhicule Art Inc., one
of Canada's first artist-run galleries. The large space occupied by both
the gallery and the press at 61 Ste-Catherine St. West was once the
Café Montmarte--the renowned jazz club of the 1930s." Forty years later, it has developed into one of the essential "small" presses of Canada - dynamically publishing local, provincial and national history, memoirs, guides, novels, short stories, essays, and, perhaps most impressively, poetry. Anyone wanting to review a few new VP poetry books drop me a line. As a small press publisher, I can only marvel at the stamina, dedication, and dash of madness that has kept this firm going through all the downturns of our times. Congratulations are in order. If you want to know what Montreal, and Quebec culture is like, here's a mainstay, a key stop on your reading tour.
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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