Whenever I listen to music, I’m searching for emotional devastation. 

Before I hunker down to write, early in the morning, while the world is still dark, I will often go on long drives, blasting music that incites these feelings; those that break down my walls and allow me to reach a place of raw vulnerability. Particularly if I’m writing poetry. 

We were saddened to learn about the recent passing of Elisabeth Harvor on October 8. Though she lived in Ottawa for a long time, she was born in New Brunswick, growing up on the Kingston Peninsula. Her parents were the renowned Deichmann potters (ceramic tiles made by them can be found in front of a fireplace in The Fiddlehead office). Over the years, we have published her work numerous times: by our count, 5 stories and 7 poems (see list below).