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Amar, Artist: Essay-Memory Fragments by B.W. Powe

Joseph Amar was a Canadian artist, painter and sculptor. The magazine, Hamilton Art & Letters (HA&L), has published BW Powe’s piece about him: Amar, Artist: Essay-Memory Fragments by B.W. Powe.

Click on the image to go to the issue’s cover:

Click on this image that goes directly to B.W. Powe’s piece on the artist, his friend Joseph Amar: 

Bruce Allen Powe, June 09th, 1925-November 16th, 2018

Father, friend, mentor, companion in humour.



Beloved husband to Alys Maud Powe.
Beloved father to Kathleen and BW.
Beloved grandfather to Katie, TC, Jeremy and Elena.
Beloved father-in-law to Paul and Auxi.

Thank you for your generosity, kindness, decency, and wit.
Thank you for sharing your life with us.

May your spiritual travel now be gentle and welcoming.
And may your wine-cup be always full.
Farewell and fare forward.
Your devoted son,

New Book Coming Soon


“The Charge in the Global Membrane”

Words by BW Powe
Images by Marshall Soules
NeoPoiesis Press, 2019

Advance Review by Dr Elena Lamberti, author of the award winning Marshall McLuhan’s Mosaic: Probing the Literature Origins of Media Studies, University of Bologna.

“The overlapping of inner and outer landscapes in Powe’s new work transcends the paper membrane and turns the act of reading into an empowering visionary experience. Soules’s images beautifully respond to such a witty form. Together, word and imageries shape a much-needed performative storytelling that fosters transnational civic awareness at a time of dramatic global challenges.” 



I was in prison
unjustly jailed (I thought)
I asked for my freedom
The jailer refused
What was my crime I asked
Everything he said
Confused and angry
I wrote a letter to you

I received a lamp
a drawing made of lines and circles
a book with empty pages –some pencils-
a shawl and a cup for rain

these and the little food I was given
through the slot in the steel door
I read into the dark
reflected on the drawing
I wrote our shapes like letters
in the morning in your blank book
I prayed and kept warm by the lamp
and in the shawl then I fasted
drinking only from the small cup
filled with water that seeped into my cell

By day I became calm and happy
By night I drew and read more
Soon I saw between your lines
an open space and a silence
I saw the lines
become a shape like a map

Your map took me
to the crack in the floor
I scratched and dug there
By day I prayed and read
By night I learned how to dig
my way forward
slowly displacing the dirt
out the small barred window

When I came at last into
the sudden air the wind
the breath beyond the lines
the breathing behind the map
I knew the story lived in my hands
I stood up
What would I do now
with a soul

Autor, B.W. Powe

Liberation: Video-Poem from B.W. Powe’s Last Book: Decoding Dust


Click in the Image


Once the wind
tore us from tears
we followed the flood
by Zion’s trees

and found our harps
floating on waves
while those of the air
summoned us here

Every captive land
a home a haven
No one a stranger
all destinations vital

Hallowed is this place
with no gates and walls