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present the work of a _ and Linda Kenyon, a short listening to a tew of them author, or a particular story writer. read aloud often laughedâ€" of poems or short stoâ€" Indeed, the work of these _ sometimes ruefully. We recogâ€" rout Lily has no intenâ€" two people is remarkably nized the landscape and the of publishing long works, _ suited to beautiful editions. situations. We sympathized not just yet. They will _ Tom Eadie‘s poetry is often with what was not said: on the short forms, and _ brief, rising out of nature, If you see him say hello. plan to bring out about _ echoing with mythology: Tell him I saw a heron in books a year. and one time Coyote the park the other mornâ€" new press has been fell in love with the moon ing, on the bank of the by three members of in the days when she creek, beside the culvert unity; Charlene walked the earth that runs under the railâ€" Jones, a faculty member way tracks. I was so cose | Jerome‘s College; Gary he spoke to her could see the scraggy blue , the College‘s Librarâ€" by the waterhole feathers on its throat and Tom Bishop, the hardly hoping for an one yellow eye. of Ampersand Studios answer t Tell him I made basil ina Street, which is a The poem goes on to tell of lasagna the other night, ic design studio. Their their meeting by the waterâ€" and now there‘s a pan of ration has certainly hole, and offers an "explanaâ€" cold lasagna in my fridge, fruitful and rewarding. _ tion" for the long and lonely and a bow! of the olives press was named for song of Coyote under the he likes. out lilies which bloom in _ moon. This story goes on for a few oods here. Charlene The small and lovely collecâ€" _ more paragraphs, all of which Jones, new to this area, _ tion of his work, Dead Letâ€" linger in the memory. walking with her mother _ ters, is cleanly typeset in a 1 enjoyed having a chance week, modest notices around this commuâ€" They read "Trout Lily gleefully announces the ch of its two first books." ething about the word efully" tickled my sense umor. Especially in this of folding and disappearâ€" presses. vent to the party to _ ~ the books, on Sunday , at 2 p.m. in the Room at St. s. it was a happy introducing not only books, but also a apbooks are typically |, beautifully produced, AVE A GRABBAJABBA curistmas! A GREAT PLACE TO GET TOGETHER WITH FRIENDS AMID THE HUSTLE & BUSTLE OF CHRISTMAS SHOPPING 80 KING 5T. 5., WATERLOO ACROSS FROM WATERLOO TOWN SQUARE open EArLY TiL LatE 886â€"9590 / & GOURMET GIFT BASKETS © ®@ CHRISTMAS DINNER COFFEES _ ®@ CHOCOLATE COVERED } COFFEE BEANS ‘ & EGGNOG LATTE : & DECADENT DESSERTS ° & NEW LINE OF SIGNATURE TEAS & CAPPUCCINO & CATERING & GIFT CERTIFICATES when they were struck by the loveliness of the small, deliâ€" Cate trout lilies. They decided then on the name for the Diehlâ€"Jones explained, on Sunday, that a chapbook press seeks out beautiful writâ€" ing to produce in a beautiful format, and that the press was grateful to their two first authors: Tom Eadie, a poet and Linda Kenyon, a short two people is remarkably suited to beautiful editions. Tom Eadie‘s poetry is often brief, rising out of nature, echoing with mythology: and one time Coyote fell in love with the moon in the days when she walked the earth overtones of runic calligraâ€" phy." The typeface and placâ€" new print called "Skia ... with ing of the poems suit them card fiction." Kenyon herself says that these are the stories "a person can‘t tell." Much is suggested rather than said. Her stories have a strong sense of place. They are also, often, funny. The audience listening to a few of them read aloud often laughedâ€" sometimes ruefully. We recogâ€" nized the landscape and the with what was not said: If you see him say hello. Tell him I saw a heron in the park the other mornâ€" ing, on the bank of the creek, beside the culvert that runs under the railâ€" way tracks. I was so cose | could see the scraggy blue feathers on its throat and one yellow eye. Tell him I made basil lasagna the other night, and now there‘s a pan of cold lasagna in my fridge, and a bow! of the olives Mis hooumemnepregmegme n n en e y y y â€"*2%°f â€" ||__ MANY MORE INSTORE SPECIALS! Are Here, is a short stories. it is a form I particularty gathering of short called "sudden ficâ€" Linda Kenyon‘s to talk with the photograâ€" pher, Ron Hewson, whose picâ€" tures Mustrate this tall sim volume. He said that all but one are Polaroid phoâ€" tographsâ€"which | admit surâ€" prised me. Pleasing blackâ€"andâ€"white photos, they complement Linda Kenyon‘s Tom Bishop, the designer of both books, toid me that he 1 always hopes that the design will not be conspicuous, that * each paragraph or poem will { seem to occupy exactly the right place when a reader looks at it. He likes to feel out of the itself, and that he has si to catch and execute it. Certainly, he caught it for these two books, both available from Wordsworth Books: the forâ€" mats fit the writing exactly. These small and lovely collecâ€" tions certainly honor the spirit of trout likes. Judith Miller is an associate proâ€" fessor of English at Renson College at University of Waterioo ".,\, M e * Udhoanm & _ _ _ dR waTERLOo o * mummmammql